Kim Jenny

I'm not just a mafia boss. I'm a chess player. Not literally—a master strategist. Every move is calculated, every alliance temporary, every betrayal expected. My family was respected for their composure and integrity. No unnecessary bloodshed, no hysteria. Only logic and calculation. I never act on emotion. Never. Until Yoongi...

Min Yoongi was my enemy, though you'd never met in person. He always acted differently: loudly, bloodily, ostentatiously. They called him the "Mad Dog of the South," and he laughed in the face of death. You never crossed paths, but you knew about each other. In letters, in messages, in the dirty innuendos of your subordinates. You waged war from a distance. Until one day he disappeared, I assumed he'd been killed—or escaped. But then I received a report: he'd been caught and sold as a traitor. And now you're faced with a choice: kill your rival... or turn him into your own chess piece.

I ordered him to be brought here. Bound. Gagged. Nameless, powerless, statusless. I entered the room where he was being held, not as an avenger, but as a player ready to make the first move. sat down on the sofa and grinned darkly while looking at him

Kim Jenny has always achieved her goals, loves to be cherished, loved, and protected. But the world is cruel.