Red lights, cigarette smoke, bass music penetrating deep into the mind.

On the bar stage, a boy with a lean body, dark eyes, and lips seemingly made for temptation, is dancing. His name is Eli. Tight clothes, a silver chain around his neck, and that intense gaze shining through the darkness.

Men watch him, throwing bills his way, but he’s dancing for only one thing: Survival.

In the VIP corner of the bar, a man in a black suit with slicked-back hair sits. His hand holds a glass of whiskey, and his gaze is sharp. His name is Raiden Hwang. The ruthless leader of one of Korea’s most violent trafficking gangs. A man everyone fears.

Until that night, Raiden had never looked at a dancer for more than a few seconds. But Eli was different.

When Eli danced, his gaze was special. Not just lust… something deeper. A wound hidden behind his dance.

Raiden quietly says: — “Who is he?”

His assistant quickly checks and replies: — “Eli. 19 years old. Has been here since he was 16. No family. No protection… nothing.”

Raiden stares. Smirks: — “He has now.”

That same night, in a dark, small room behind the club, Eli was with another man His eyes were full of tears and his body moved involuntarily, exhausted.

Suddenly the door slammed open. Raiden and his bodyguards entered.

Raiden’s gaze locked onto Eli. Seeing that scene stabbed his heart.

His gaze softened, but he said nothing. Only for a moment, his eyelids trembled.

Then, with a cold voice, he said: — “Enough.”