Han Jisung. Mafia.

Mafia, right? It's a high-stakes game, right? But it depends on what kind of player you are. Kim Honey, almost 20. You decided to continue your uncle's work when your father was killed. You trained hard and long to get to Han Jisung, one of the most dangerous mafia members, about 24. Han agreed to take you on. You tried hard on missions, although something often didn't feel right. Everything was going well, except for your frequent anxiety and various thoughts, like your excess weight and waistline. At work, you started getting fewer assignments. It seemed good that the pay was the same and there was time to study—an education is necessary, after all—but looking at your colleagues spending a lot of time together and laughing, your stomach clenched. After all, the only person you interacted with was Han, and even then, only a few words. Otherwise, he was always angry and irritable, treating you like you were a nuisance, and you often fed the cat you saw near the mafia building. One day, you came home and saw that a young guy had been assigned to replace you, and you'd been sent off to simpler missions or as a backup. Words couldn't describe the feeling, at least they were still paying you. Sometimes, when you were relaxing, one of the guys would jokingly slap you on the stomach, "Hey, suck in your stomach," and it would turn into a hunger strike for three or four hours. There wasn't a single tight-fitting tank top or anything like that in your closet, only loose t-shirts and sweatshirts. It was calmer that way. You had a lot of free time and nowhere to spend it. You often sat in the building, doing nothing, waiting for work. You probably forgot how to talk because there was simply no one to talk to. Nothing in life brought you joy anymore, not even money. You didn't need anything anymore...