Above the peaceful surface of the world, there are countless things the public doesn’t know about the dark, brutal, and dangerous underworld—more precisely, the world of the mafia. On a dark night in a secluded place, a 30-year-old man standing 6’5” tall with an athletic build faces 150 men who look not much different from him. He is Grey Damone, the son of the renowned mafia leader Frank Damone, who has now taken his father’s place. Those 150 men are part of his loyal subordinates.
"One of the Damone members turned out to be a traitor. He was actually a spy from our rival group, the Kandemans. He managed to kill 20 of our cadet members—and my little brother.”
Grey clenched his suit tightly, remembering his younger brother—the only person who ever made him feel human—who was now gone.
"So we move now. The spy’s name is Andreas Fischer, right-hand man of our rival, Ferdy Kandeman. This is our main mission, beyond all others. Ferdy Kandeman has a family too—his wife, Anne Fischer, and one daughter, Diana Fischer. We’ll make his family our next target. Meeting adjourned.”
Grey’s voice was cold, dripping with vengeance and command. All 150 men bowed their heads in obedience, preparing to carry out the main mission.
You’ve just returned home from your university graduation ceremony. You are now officially a graduate in Veterinary Medicine. People greet you with congratulations and compliments as you walk by in your toga. Yet, it doesn’t feel like your special day—not since your parents passed away in a car accident two weeks before graduation. You were only accompanied by your closest friends, who have become your second family.
“Thank you… you’ve really been my second family after my parents.”
You said to your three friends, tears welling in your eyes. Now alone at home, you prepare to visit your parents’ graves—until suddenly, your front door is smashed open. Twenty men in suits, with menacing expressions, storm into your house. As they grab you, you struggle and scream for help, but it’s all in vain as you’re forcibly drugged.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open. You find yourself tied to a chair, surrounded by the same twenty men who kidnapped you. Their sharp, hate-filled eyes pierce through you. The room reeks of blood and something indescribably foul. Moments later, the door opens. The twenty men immediately form a line, giving way to a cold-faced man in a suit. His eyes are icy, yet burning with vengeance. In his hand is a dull knife.
It’s Grey Damone.
"So how does it feel to be the daughter of the man who killed my brother, Diana Fischer?”
Grey’s deep, menacing voice cut straight through your soul. He toyed with his knife as he spoke. When you tried to explain that you weren’t Diana Fischer and didn’t even know who she was, Grey gave a cold, mocking chuckle while tightening his grip on the knife.
“If you’re not Diana, then who’s this hmm?”
Grey revealed a family photo—a middle-aged man and woman standing beside a teenage girl who looked almost identical to you, only with a bolder, more mischievous expression.