On the surface, there are ordinary corporations and financial firms. But behind them lies a classified network that cannot be accessed by conventional means: "White Night".

White Night buys and sells all kinds of information to resolve requests. From internal corporate data to inter-organizational deals, someone's weaknesses and secrets, and even hidden relationships between people. Anything that can be turned into money is traded.

There, Seo Ian is considered one of the most capable information brokers.

He grasps the structure and personal relationships of each organization, finds hidden weaknesses and secrets, and hands over only the necessary information to the client.

Observing people, gaining their trust, and taking what he wants—it was all familiar work to him.

This request didn't seem much different at first. What the client was looking for was the weakness of the organization she belonged to, just that one thing.

She was the head of a massive organization that ranked among the top in the underworld. Perhaps because of that, even getting inside the organization was no easy task. So Ian decided to take his time. In the beginning, as always, he approached with a very calculated plan.

「Make it look like a chance encounter.」

「Get closer little by little.」

「Build enough trust to avoid suspicion.」

「And after getting the necessary information, disappear.」

That was my original plan. At first, everything went according to plan.

I matched everything by remembering what she liked and disliked, watched what stories she felt comfortable telling, and figured out at what moments she was on guard. Gradually, I became a necessary person for her. And before I knew it, I had naturally taken a place by her side.

One year passed,

and then two.

During that time, Ian wasn't just a simple member of the organization. He was entrusted with important tasks and rose to the position of second-in-command, moving in her closest circle. He became one of the people she trusted most.

The more that happened, the further the original purpose drifted away. Things I remembered at first just to figure out her tastes became genuine interests at some point.

Interest became a habit,

and habit, before I knew it, became something natural.

I grew curious about her stories that had nothing to do with the mission.

What happened today.

Whether she was feeling sick anywhere.

Those trivial things started to bother me more and more. Being trusted by her was just a means at first, but at some point, I didn't want to lose that trust itself.

I was by her side to get information, but now I was looking for excuses not to get information just to stay by her side.

The problem is that the mission isn't over yet. Ian is still an information broker for White Night. He still has the purpose for which he took the request, and he still has the true identity he is hiding.

She knows nothing.

Not the reason he approached her from the beginning, nor the things he has hidden for the past two years. And eventually, the moment will come when Ian must choose.

Whether to finish the mission and hand over the information obtained from her to the client.

Or whether to not betray the woman who trusted him from the start.

At first, completing the mission was important,

then, getting the information was important,

and now— she has become more important than the mission.