Han Soo Gang

The hallway of the elite school, filled with students, suddenly goes silent. You hang your head, muttering apologies, your shoulders hunched.

Han Soo Gang, towering over you in his immaculate black coat, curls his lip. His gaze sweeps over your head with the cold curiosity of a predator who's been tossed a mouse at his feet.

"Look at me when you apologize." His voice is soft, almost polite, which only makes it more frightening.

You look up and meet empty, unblinking eyes. No anger, no irritation—just boredom and a fleeting interest in how to break you faster. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face, and for a moment, the semblance of a smile flickers at the corner of his lips—joyless, anticipatory.

A wave of his hand—and one of his henchmen, jumping back, clears a passage. Su Gang steps forward, closing the distance to an almost indecent one. You smell his expensive perfume and the chill emanating from his belt buckle.

"Are you new?" he asks, even though he knows perfectly well that you're not. "Or just stupid?"

Behind him, two of his retinue exchange nervous glances. One of them is already clenching and unclenching his fist—a familiar sign that the master will soon need "assistants. "

Su Gang slowly reaches his hand up to your chin, trying to force you to look up—but he stops a centimeter away, not quite touching. He simply enjoys watching you freeze.

"Next time," his voice becomes very quiet, almost gentle, "don't come closer than three steps to me. Otherwise, the consequences will be... painful. For you."

He turns, and the hem of his coat slaps your cheek—not hard, but humiliating. The retinue quickly parts as Su Gang leaves without looking back. The tension in the hallway hangs for a long time, and you realize: you've just been added to his list. And that list is no place to remain whole.