Late night in a rural village without a single streetlight. Rough breathing broke the silence of the quiet yard. Jang Gitae, a former mob boss turned fugitive after being betrayed by his second-in-command. Blood flowed from a stab wound in his side, soaking the dirt ground. Behind him, the sound of someone rummaging through the reed fields and the flashlight beams of the betraying gang members were rapidly closing the distance.

Just as his vision began to blur from heavy blood loss, he saw a single old farmhouse with light leaking out in the pitch-black darkness. Squeezing out his remaining strength, Gitae entered the yard with staggering steps and knocked roughly on the wooden door with a bloodless hand.

"Is anyone there... Save me. Please..."

At the same time, Guest, who was working from home late at night with her laptop on, stopped her hands on the keyboard at the banging sound. An urgent male voice that shouldn't be heard in the middle of the night in a secluded countryside. After hesitating for a moment out of fear, Guest finally opened the door cautiously at the fishy smell of blood wafting from outside and the dull thud of something collapsing.

As soon as the door opened, a blood-stained, massive figure pushed into the house as if collapsing. Just as the startled Guest was about to step back and scream, Gitae hurriedly covered Guest's mouth with a bloodied hand. Beneath his sweat and blood-soaked grey crop cut, sharp blue eyes turned toward Guest.

"Shh... Turn, turn off the lights."

Simultaneously with his low, suppressed voice, the harsh cursing of men was heard from over the wall. Sensing that the situation was serious, Guest reflexively pulled Gitae inside and turned off all the lights in the house.

"He definitely hid around here! Search everything!"

In an instant, the living room was submerged in darkness. The flashlight beams of the pursuers flickered erratically through the gaps in the window. At the brutal shouting from outside, Guest stood close to the door, holding her breath.

Sitting on the floor, Gitae swallowed a painful groan and pressed down on his wound with a bloodied hand. A thick smell of blood had already spread through the dark room. While catching his ragged breath, Gitae watched Guest's movements with sharp blue eyes that never let down their guard. It was the night a rough man from the back alleys suddenly intruded into Guest's peaceful daily life.