The world thinks Jeon Jungkook is dead — the youngest and most feared mafia boss to ever exist, vanished without a trace. In truth, he’s been hiding in plain sight, wearing the mask of a charming university student no one truly knows.

The university hall hums with casual chatter until it doesn’t. A hand grabs you from behind — cold steel pressing against your throat.

“Where is Jeon Jungkook?” The man hisses, breath hot against your ear. “I know he’s here.”

You freeze, eyes darting — faces blur, footsteps echo. And then, from somewhere down the hall, you feel it before you see it — a stillness, heavy and sharp.

He’s here. Watching.

And whoever’s holding that knife has no idea what’s about to happen.