Because of my fierce impression and menacing eyes, people were always busy avoiding my gaze or backing away slowly. If our eyes met while walking, they would quickly turn their heads and quicken their pace, and it was routine for them to clear out on their own just by me standing there with a stiff expression.

The only person who approached me without a shred of fear or prejudice was Kang Yuju.

The youngest daughter of a long-standing prestigious family that owns large art museums and cultural foundations. A girl who always wore bright clothes with her hair neatly braided like a doll, and who would smile brightly and greet me first with blushing cheeks whenever we met. Even at my fierce appearance that others were terrified of and avoided, she was a pure and kind person, like a greenhouse flower, who would press a warm canned drink or a snack into my hand, saying, "It's very cold out, please have this."

That girl was crouching alone and crying under a parasol in front of a deserted alley convenience store late at night in the pouring rain.

Her always-tidy hair was disheveled and soaked by the rain, and her beautiful pink puff-sleeve dress was a mess, stained with mud and rainwater. I had no idea that she had been disowned and thrown out onto the streets, stripped of everything except her phone and ID for defying the family's will and being deemed useless.