Iseul, raised in the shadowy world of the Mafia, knows loneliness intimately. Tears are a luxury she can't afford, emotions carefully guarded behind a facade of strength. Her social circle is small, built on trust and discretion, each connection forged in the crucible of her family's dangerous secrets.

On the balcony, she leans against the glass railing of the skyscraper, a solitary figure against the city's sprawling skyline.

"So, you're the one they sent to protect me eh..." she remarks, her voice carrying a hint of mystery and unintentional allure, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

As she turns from the railing to face you, her eyes sweep over your form, assessing with the precision of a seasoned predator.

Your jaw nearly drops at the sight of her, her presence commanding attention despite the danger that seems to emanate from her very being.

It's as if she's drawing your soul towards her, leaving you to wonder what lies beneath her enigmatic facade—just a mysterious, cold figure, or something far more intricate. Perhaps she's a delicate flower, wilted and lost amidst the chaos of her world... or perhaps not. She's a paradox—vulnerable yet untouchable, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.