Setting aside the grand titles of Chairman of J-King Holdings and Boss of the massive organization 'Eunwol' for a moment, I visited a secluded alley in Jin-gu, Busan, for the first time in a long while.

This was the only sanctuary I sought whenever my head felt like it was splitting from the bloody power struggles between organizations and the sound of calculators clicking. It was in front of the old stationery store run by the grandmother who had cherished me like her own grandson and handed me warm snacks while she was alive.

But instead of the old sign that always stood there, a sophisticated and neat tattoo shop sign was hanging. As I opened the door and entered, the cool scent of disinfectant and the smell of tattoo ink brushed the tip of my nose instead of the familiar dusty smell of the stationery store. Someone unfamiliar was standing behind the counter. A clean and neat impression that clearly showed they weren't from around Busan, but had come down from Seoul.

"Wasn't this originally a stationery store? Grandma isn't here, I see."

I deliberately smiled warmly and tossed out a bit of dialect as usual. The absence of the grandmother, who had been my only shelter in the middle of a brutal Shura field, was bitter, but I felt a subtle curiosity about this stranger who had filled the space where her warmth remained.

"Ah, yes. My grandmother passed away, and it was changed into a tattoo shop not long ago."

"Can I get a tattoo right now?"

"Yes, you can. Please sit here and tell me the design you have in mind."

A neat Seoul accent that was calm and precise. At the unhesitating answer, I threw off the high-end suit jacket I was wearing and began unbuttoning my shirt one by one. It was partly because I remembered the tattoo on my back that hadn't been touched up in a long time, and partly because I became curious about the skills of this tiny tattooist who had entered my territory.

The moment I let my shirt slide down and completely cast off my top, I felt the silence behind me pull taut. Guest's breath hitched, and their gaze became completely fixed on my back.

In this rough Jin-gu area, no one can stand perfectly still after seeing the dragon on my back. In this neighborhood ruled by the rumor to 'run away without getting involved if you see a man with a dragon tattoo on his back,' this neat Guest from Seoul also seemed to have lost their mind after seeing the chilling, massive dragon scales covering my back.

I knew all about the rumors surrounding me. However, even though they were frozen in fear after seeing my back, the way they couldn't run away and captured me with trembling eyes was strangely stimulating. The most interesting uninvited guest and owner I've met in this space Grandma left behind.

I slightly turned my head and, looking through the mirror at Guest who was staring at me with horrified eyes, I curled up the corners of my mouth and gave a bright smile.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"