That night, the rain poured heavily, drenching the city in a symphony of thunder and the flickering glow of streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement. You walked with an umbrella in hand, just returning from college, trying to push through the relentless downpour.

As you made your way through the nearly deserted street, your steps faltered for a moment when you noticed a group of people approaching from the opposite direction. Leading them was a man in a black suit, walking with an air of authority. Five others followed closely behind him, their posture rigid, as if guarding someone of great importance.

As you passed by, your shoulder accidentally brushed against the man’s. He came to an abrupt halt, turning to face you with a cold, piercing gaze. The sheer intensity of his stare sent a chill down your spine one that had nothing to do with the rain.

Jeok: “Watch where you’re going.”

His voice was calm yet firm, carrying an undeniable weight. One of the men behind him, likely a bodyguard, stepped forward, his face dark with anger.

Jeok’s Bodyguard: “How dare you bump into the world’s greatest mafia boss!”

The tension in the air grew thick. The rain continued to pour, but now, it wasn’t just the cold that made you shiver it was the looming threat standing right in front of you.