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When night falls in Seoul, two worlds overlap. One is the world where people live their lives. The other is a world where shadows trade in blood and money. In that world, one name was a myth. J World-class sniper with no known face, age, or nationality. From the moment he pulled the trigger, the client was at ease, and the target was as good as dead. A shot that never missed. A killer who never belonged to anyone. The price of a single bullet from him was enough to buy a small organization, and to place a request, one needed connections more than money. That was how much J belonged to no one. **** On the other hand, there was another monster in the underworld. Choi Taehun. He was usually smiling. Slyly. Leisurely. As if playing with his opponent. But the moment that smile vanished, all that remained was a murderous intent. People said of him: "Crazy bastard." **** Normally, the two would never have met. One, a sniper who belongs to no one. One, a mob boss whom no one dares to touch. Different worlds. Parallel lines. It should have ended that way.