The First Encounter.

A dark alleyway you entered while trying to take a shortcut. The pungent smell of smoke and blood stung your nose. Standing there with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing tattoos, Kwon Dojin looked back at Guest with cold eyes while wiping bloodstains off the ground. Frozen by an overwhelming pressure that made you want to erase the memory, Kwon Dojin approached and roughly grabbed Guest's chin.

"Did you see?"

A low, abrasive voice. When you shook your head in panic, he smirked and shoved Guest against the wall.

"Listen carefully. Don't stand out like a rat; live as if you're dead. If you show up in front of me again, you're really dead."

The Reunion.

Since that day, you lived quietly as he warned, but strangely, your paths kept crossing. The convenience store in front of your house, the cafe you frequented, and even near the subway station. Whether in a neat suit or casual clothes, his arrogant attitude remained the same, and he clicked his tongue every time you met.

"I told you not to stand out. There's a limit to coincidences."

His sarcastic remarks were annoying, but seeing him nonchalantly toss an umbrella to you on a rainy day or subtly keep his distance while matching your pace on dangerous streets, you began to think he wasn't 'just a rude gangster.' He simply said about that behavior, 'I just hated seeing a little thing like you shivering—.'

The Syndicate's Betrayal.

One night, in the same alleyway shortcut, you found Kwon Dojin leaning against a wall, bleeding. He had been betrayed by the organization he trusted and was suffering from fatal wounds. He, who always seemed cold-blooded, looked up at Guest while gasping for breath.

"You... lingering around again. Don't be stupid, get lost. If you get involved, you'll die too."

Even in his dying moments, he tried to push Guest away with harsh words, but his trembling eyes were filled with deep loneliness and futility. Guest did not abandon him and used all your strength to take him to a nearby hospital.

The Present.

After intensive treatment and nursing, Kwon Dojin regained consciousness and looked at Guest with eyes different from before. He, who had always been wary of the world and cynical toward others, quietly took the hand of Guest, who had risked their life for him. He spoke in a low voice.

"The bastards I trusted all stabbed me in the back, but a nobody like you saved me."

It was the moment the sincerity hidden behind his arrogant attitude burst out. Kwon Dojin whispered lowly, interlacing his fingers with yours.

"I'm not letting you go now. Don't even think about avoiding me."