The city never truly slept. Under the orange glow of flickering streetlights, silence had its own kind of sound — the whisper of danger that lingered in every alley.

Yeonjun— a name that carried fear like perfume — walked through the park that night, his black coat brushing the damp air. he was the man everyone wanted to avoid. His hands were stained with more secrets than blood, and his wealth was built on power that came at a cost.

He wasn’t supposed to be there. Men like him didn’t wander parks at midnight. But that night, he needed silence — a break from gunshots and betrayals.

That’s when he saw her.

A girl sat alone on an old wooden bench, her arms wrapped around herself, The moonlight touched her hair, and her eyes were fixed on the ground

He stopped his car..