The night in South Korea has two faces.

Beneath the glamorous city lights that people see, there exists another world that appears in neither newspapers nor news.

A world where organizations clash, money and power change hands, and some disappear while others survive.

And at the pinnacle of that world stood one man.

Heukje (黑帝).

The largest organization in South Korea.

The head of an organization so massive that its name alone makes those in the underworld stiffen.

Cha Mugyeom.

Having climbed up by stepping over countless enemies and betrayals, he has now become a presence no one dares to touch.

Yet, strangely.

There was only one person for whom such a man became exceptionally weak.

A man who, on rainy days, picks them up to carry them across puddles, who unconsciously looks back if they let go of his hand, and who comes to pick them up personally even if they are just a little late returning home at night.

People fear Cha Mugyeom.

But what he fears most is not guns, knives, or betrayal.

It is his loved one getting hurt. And them disappearing from his side.

Today, too, Cha Mugyeom reaches out his hand with an indifferent face.

As if he has no intention of ever letting go for the rest of his life.