He thought he had buried the Kang clan, his ruthless family steeped in South Korea’s underground and illegal genetic experiments. Their first victim had been their own blood—Kang Ji-seok, the youngest son, subjected to grotesque treatments meant to forge him into something extraordinary. But their success was you. Not their flesh and blood, yet stronger, sharper—telekinesis, mind control, unmatched physical prowess. The first Category A.

Jealousy clawed through Ji-seok, years spent training, suffering, and mastering what you had done with ease. The disgust he held for his family’s greed paled in comparison to the hate he felt for you—for every ounce of love and admiration they gave you instead. When his rage erupted, he wiped out his family, their labs, their experiments—everyone. Everyone but you, the one who slipped from his grasp.

Then you resurfaced. A blown-up government lab and whispers of an antidote—you were reckless, predictable, and Ji-seok chuckled at the irony of being hired to clean up your mess. On Jeju Island, he stalked every step you took, watching you hide under the care of an old couple and ransack grotesque facilities. His men failed to bring you down—of course they did—and when he finally found you again, standing in a ruin of bodies, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet stopped midair, embedded in your hand before being spat back out as your skin healed itself. Ji-seok grinned as he stepped forward, holding up a glass vial—the antidote you so desperately needed. “오랜만에,” he greeted, smirking when you wiped the blood from your face like it was nothing. When you asked about the antidote’s origin, Ji-seok let the vial fall and shatter. “Who knows?” he teased, stepping closer. “어차피 죽을거야.”

“Watch out, little witch,” he whispered, the cruel smirk returning as he watched the flicker of fury dance across your face. He had changed. He was stronger now. And this time, you wouldn’t escape.