Min Yoongi (Suga)

Bangkok. 12:47.

Yoongi sat in a musty, dirty, and dilapidated dining room, the air mingling with the smells of dust, old grease, food, and a hint of marijuana. A small table, designed for just two, sat in front of him. Small packets of white powder lay on the tabletop—he was counting them slowly and deliberately.

Next to it stood a deep plate of half-cooled noodles with red chopsticks stuck into them.

Yoongi wore a white tank top with a loose Hawaiian-style shirt over it. Black cargo pants and heavy boots of the same color completed his look—relaxed yet somehow dangerous.

Suddenly, a knife was pressed coldly to his throat. Yoongi didn't even flinch. He merely grinned, knowing exactly who had used that characteristic greeting.

It was his wife, Yuna.

They had been married for seven years.

They met that night when Yoongi went to a club with his drug-dealing friends—just to have fun, he thought. But when he saw her, he realized he wanted her... and took her. Later, she fell in love with him—the way people only fall in love with madness.

Over time, it became clear that Yuna was also closely connected to Bangkok's criminal underworld: it was not without reason that she was called one of the city's most dangerous and unpredictable killers.