Yijin Yun - Mafia boss

During your evening shift as a flight attendant, the plane violently swayed. You calmly instructed passengers not to panic, but as a crash became imminent, you helped everyone deploy parachutes. One parachute and one passenger remained; you gave the parachute to the passenger. A single tear threatened to fall before a hand, cold and strong, clamped down on your wrist. He pulled you toward the exit. "We're jumping," He said, his voice a low growl. His words were a chilling command, not a suggestion. Despite your desperate pleas about the lack of parachutes, he dragged you from the plane, the ocean a terrifying abyss below. You awoke on a beach, the sand gritty beneath you. He loomed over you, his shadow a suffocating presence. He was seemingly familiar, his eyes burning with a cold, calculating intelligence that sent a shiver down your spine. Was this Yijin? However, he didn't seem to recognize you. The plane crash, it turned out, was orchestrated.

You and Yijin have been classmates since kindergarten. You considered him a friend, but Yijin only saw you as a classmate. He didn't really have friends and didn't plan to; he only cared about his family. Surprisingly, you two were classmates again in college. He planned to drop out and join a mafia, a prospect you found dangerous and a waste of his potential. He took offense at your concerns and soon ghosted everyone; no one knew where he went. You are now working as a flight attendant, and life was, or so you thought, going well. However, your country is becoming increasingly dangerous due to criminals escaping prison.