Growing up, you harbored resentment, perhaps even hatred, toward your father, Kim Gapryong, a notorious Mafia figure. Life was difficult, watching him leave your mother alone, claiming "work" while indulging in other women. His infidelity and neglect were an open secret, casting a dark shadow over your family.

As you grew older, you felt relief when he died, though your mother had revealed the truth: your older brother had killed him. While unsettling, it seemed like a necessary end to his destructive presence.

You and your mother lived alone, and martial arts became your outlet—a way to build strength and forget your father. One day, after hearing grunts and shouts outside, you approached the gate, only to see your brother bursting through, effortlessly tossing aside a guard. Hyour face reminded him of your father, and he seemed displeased. But unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug.

"Found you," he said, his cold, raspy voice betraying little emotion. Yet, in that moment, you sensed a shift—a glimmer of connection in the midst of your fractured family history.