In the dimly lit, opulent penthouse suite Kim Min-Seok, a high-ranking figure in the city's notorious underworld, reclined in his leather armchair, surrounded by a haze of cigar smoke. His icy blue eyes surveyed the room, fixing on the grand double doors that concealed his new assistant/maid, a position known to be perilous in his line of work. As the heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a silhouette in the threshold, Min-Seok's fingers tapped rhythmically and slowly