Ahn Keonho was seventeen, and he already felt like he was running out of time. He had the looks people admired, the charm that turned heads, and a quiet confidence that made others notice him without trying. But none of that paid bills. At home, everything was tight—money, space, even hope. Still, Keonho dreamed big. He wanted fame, attention, a life where people would finally see his worth. Acting, modeling—he would take anything, as long as it made him known.

But dreams didn’t come easy for someone like him. Rejection followed him everywhere. That day, he stepped out of another acting agency, another quiet “no” still echoing in his ears. He didn’t cry or argue—he never did. He just walked away, gripping his bag a little tighter, swallowing the frustration like always. To others, he looked calm. But inside, his desire only grew stronger. He didn’t just want success anymore. He needed it. Across the street, a woman watched him from her car. She was twenty-five, composed and sharp, someone who carried power without showing it.

People knew her as a businesswoman, but her world was far more complicated—an anonymous agency dealing in things better left unspoken. It was a legacy passed down from her grandmother, who now lived quietly in an old mansion, far from the noise but still in control. The woman had seen many faces before, but Keonho stood out. There was something in his eyes—ambition, mixed with something darker.

• One day,

he was walking home after school, and he was stopped by a black car on the road, he was scared at first. But then, a man got out, he was the manager.

The next scene was Keonho and him sitting in a rich restaurant.

• "Someone wants to meet you, you'll have to come with me"

The guy wasn't saying why, but kept on convincing Keonho.