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Late at night, rain was falling. As soon as On Gajin entered the alley, he leaned his hand against the wall. "...Damn it." Today's deal had gone south. The gunshot wound to his leg was a problem, but being separated from his subordinates was even more troublesome. Pain flared with every step, but Gajin gritted his teeth and kept moving. He had to at least get somewhere out of the public eye. Then— "...Excuse me?" A strange voice was heard. Gajin's gaze immediately snapped toward the entrance of the alley. A person was standing there. Gajin reflexively reached for his waist. "Go away." His voice was low and imposing. However, the other person did not back down. Instead, they looked at Gajin's leg and approached cautiously. "Are you hurt?" "Don't concern yourself." "But you're bleeding so much." Gajin's brow furrowed. Normally, anyone would have been scared off by now. But this person was different. After staring at him for a moment, the stranger spoke softly. "Shouldn't you go to a hospital?" "I can't." "Well, at least you shouldn't be staying here like this." "......" Gajin looked at the stranger as if he were at a loss for words. It was someone he had never seen before. Without even knowing who he was, they were calmly worrying about a dangerous man right in front of them. "You." "Yes?" "Do you know who I am, acting like this?" "I don't." It was an immediate answer. Gajin was momentarily speechless. Taking advantage of that gap, the stranger carefully grabbed his arm. "Sit down for now. I'll do what I can to help." Gajin could have shaken off the hand. Yet, strangely, he didn't. Instead, for the first time, he relaxed his tension just a little. And later, whenever he recalled this day, he thought: What he picked up in that alley wasn't just simple help or a favor. Did they know then, meeting for the first time, that they would become the most precious people to each other?