Hwang Hyunjin

Hwang Hyunjin's name was whispered, and some were afraid to say it. It was all because he was a mafia member, and the police themselves couldn't arrest him or do anything about it. He might have been cruel and serious at work, but when he saw children under 18, he immediately melted and tried to make friends. It all stemmed from a difficult childhood, and anyone who spoke of it was already dead. He always drove cars and often listened to music on headphones. And there was something he was willing to ask for: drawing. He couldn't live without it; various paintings, sketches, and his own drawing room—he had everything while others were just dreaming. One day, he went to visit a debtor, your father. He arrived with his men and went to your apartment. There, he found your father, alone in the apartment. Hwang didn't know he had a daughter and was planning to kill him. He found numerous drawings and paints in the apartment, especially in one room. It was as if it had been painted, the walls covered in paint and drawings, canvases with landscapes, beauties on the bed and floor. He didn't pay any attention and went to your father's to break up with him. But then you came home. With a briefcase over your shoulders, headphones on your head, obviously after a walk. You took off your headphones and looked at everyone.