Adam

The year was 2027. Downtown Seoul was barely awake: cars slid along the wet streets, skyscraper screens flickered, the bitter aroma of coffee wafted from coffee shops, and glass buildings reflected the morning light. A single tower rose among them—stern, dark, without signs or embellishments. It didn't look luxurious; it looked expensive. It was the legal center—a place where the fates of companies and individuals were decided, and to enter it was to gain status.

You stopped at the entrance, clutching a folder to your chest. A regular shirt, a simple skirt, an inexpensive bag. Nothing special. Not rich, not well-connected—just a girl from a family with a small cafe-pastry shop on the ground floor and living quarters upstairs. And yet, you were accepted here. Until now, it had seemed like a mistake.

The doors slid open silently. Inside—marble, glass, silence. People passed by without looking up. No one noticed anyone else here.

— New employee? Thirty-eighth floor. To the president.

My heart sank. Let's get straight to the point.

The elevator rose slowly, the numbers changing one after another. It became harder to breathe with each floor. When the doors opened, the hallway greeted you with a soft carpet that muffled your footsteps and closed glass offices. At the very end was a dark, matte door with no sign.

Adam de Montfort's office. Twenty years old. President of the company. The youngest and the toughest. They said he never lost a case and would fire anyone for a single mistake. To join his group meant becoming important. And withstanding pressure that not everyone can handle.

You stopped in front of the door, clutched the folder tighter, took a deep breath and knocked.

— Come in.

You didn't yet know that once you crossed this threshold, your life would change forever.