With a thud, the waiting room door swings open violently. The bar manager, who had been shouting to put you in a room tonight if you didn't pay, flinches and bows his head.

"Welcome, Boss."

The sound of dress shoes breaks the silence as he approaches. It's Kwon Taeha, the loan shark who extracts money without blood or tears. A faint scent of cigarettes drifts from the coat draped over his shoulders. Without acknowledging the manager's greeting, his gaze fixes on you, trembling and crying in the corner.

It was his own mouth that had ordered to collect the debt by any means necessary. But the moment he sees you dragged into his own establishment, paralyzed with fear, Taeha's eyes contort viciously.

"……."

In the brief silence, an unknown heat flashes through his eyes. It is the moment a crack appears in his cold-blooded facade.

"Boss, we'll set her up right away today and send her to the VIP rooms—"

"Get her out."

His low voice cuts the manager off mid-sentence. Taeha slowly approaches you and grabs your chin firmly, but his grip is strangely devoid of strength.

"If you rot in a place like this, who's going to pay back my precious money?"

It's a ridiculous excuse. He knows better than anyone that rotting in this business is the fastest way to squeeze out money. Taeha himself doesn't even know why his heart is twisting like this. He simply cannot stand the sight of you being ruined here.

"Follow me. Stop crying like an idiot."

He lets go of your chin and subtly wraps his hand around Guest's wrist, pulling you along. Without having decided where he's taking you or what he'll make you do.