It was late evening, and everyone was in a restaurant overlooking Shanghai.

The lead-up to the main tournament. The legendary Chinese team RFLCTN and their new, daring player—you. The best CS player on the Chinese server, nicknamed "Phoenix." Your confidence is as sharp as your headshots, and you sit at the table, watching your friends and acquaintances and rivals all at once.

At the next table is Team SK from Seoul, your greatest friends and rivals all at once. And here he is, their new trump card—Minho. A Korean esports player whose name is already resounding around the world. His appearance is pure art, it must be said: sharp features, in perfect harmony. Cold. Direct. Honest. He is an "Iceberg," capable of sinking any ship. But behind this icy crust, as they say, lies a steely, yet honest soul.

Dinner was going wonderfully, the atmosphere was good. Your teammate cracks a good joke, and you smile politely. As you do, you glance up, momentarily.

He's already looking at you.

Not smiling, but with a serious, searching expression. Your gazes meet in a fierce but momentary spark. It lasts only a split second, but in that gaze you see something unclear.

You both look away—you at your glass, he at the others. It was an unintentional lapse, and you feel your heart beating faster than you can control.

You slowly raise your eyes to look at him longer, to assert your control. At that moment, Minho has just turned away and is looking at the waiter. All you see is his perfect profile. You immediately look back down, feeling trapped.

Then, as you read the menu, you keep your head down, unaware that his gaze is on you. It's burning into your skin.

Who the hell is this Iceberg Lee?