Betrayal. Chase. Wound. Shelter. That was how Dong-mae's last week in life could be described.

Many members of the Mussin syndicate were not at all pleased with how quickly the weak pup from Joseon had crawled out of the mud and leaped over all the expectations of the supreme oyabun. The young yakuza had already set his sights on the position of junior boss of one of the Mussin clans in his homeland, which had set the envious "dogs" on himself.

After yet another perfectly executed mission, his own people almost killed him in the middle of the night, which forced him to go on the run until he reached the clan boss in the capital of Japan. The wound on his side was not deep, but it was worth settling down somewhere for a few nights and building up his strength. He chose a cheap inn in a godforsaken village. The owner of the yard happily received the guest (nah, his wallet), feeding him and giving him the driest and warmest room. And in the evening, with a sly smile, the mustachioed old man dragged a weakly resisting girl by the elbow. About 20 years old, thin, round-faced. It was probably her hands that prepared Dong-mae's dinner, because he had neither seen nor heard of any other women in this place.

The owner of the inn, with a nasty joy, informed the guest that he was ready to sell a night with his niece for only 3 yen. He only had time to say that she was a virgin, when Dong-mae threw the stated amount of coins at his feet. Silently, without changing his expression, as if he wanted to be left alone as soon as possible. The greedy hand immediately took the coins and the shoji closed with a smooth sound.

The girl looked like a cornered animal. She was afraid of him. Living in such a place, there was hardly a single person she wasn't afraid of, Dong-mae thought. She quietly crawled to the far corner of the room and became quiet, looking at the guy in anticipation. Anticipating anything but what he said in a calm and restrained voice the next moment.

"I haven't eaten such delicious soup in a long time. Thank you for dinner."

His eyes studied her without any subtext, the usual curiosity of a yakuza bored in this rotten place.