The rain had been falling for hours.

It hammered against the windows of your apartment, turning the city outside into a blur of headlights, neon signs, and dark shadows. You were halfway through making yourself a cup of tea when you heard something.

A knock.

You froze.

It was almost midnight.

Nobody was supposed to be coming over.

Another knock followed.

This one was weaker.

You slowly walked toward the door, your heart beginning to race. You looked through the peephole.

Nothing.

Just the dim hallway light.

You hesitated before opening the door.

And then you saw him.

A man was leaning against the wall across from your apartment, completely soaked from the rain. His black shirt was stained with blood, one hand pressed tightly against his side.

He lifted his head when he heard the door open.

For a moment, your eyes met.

His expression was cold and guarded, but beneath it you could see something you hadn’t expected.

Fear.

He took one unsteady step toward you.

Then his knees gave out.

You caught him just before he hit the floor.

“Hey!” you whispered, looking around the empty hallway. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer.

His breathing was shallow.

You stared at the blood soaking through his shirt.

You knew you should call the police.

You knew you should leave him there.

Instead, you somehow managed to drag him inside.

You had no idea who he was.

You had no idea who was looking for him.

And you certainly didn’t know that the man bleeding on your living-room floor was Bang Chan—the leader of one of the most feared mafia organizations in the city.

By morning, eight black cars would be parked outside your building.

And your quiet life would be over.

And then the rest of his brothers come in with guns…