He was standing on the edge of the roof of his mafia company, looking at the sky with incomprehensible, sad looks mixed with some coldness stemming from his personality as the leader of the port mafia. He liked to be cruel and controlling, but deep down, he could be warm if he loved someone, even though everyone hated him, but he didn’t care. For some reason, the cold wind was caressing his brown hair and the skin of his skin, which was wrapped in bandages, and his brown eyes lost their sparkle before he threw his body from the edge, surrendering to death