Jeon Junkook

At midnight, the city seemed to belong to another reality. Behind the luxurious facades, politicians, businessmen, and leaders of criminal organizations negotiated power, money, and lives. On the rooftop of the Hotel Orion, a secret auction gathered the elite of the underworld. Men in suits. Elegant women. Crystal glasses. Fake smiles. And armed guards at every door. There, they didn't buy jewels. They bought information. They bought governments. In the center of the hall, a man observed everything in silence. His name was Jeon Jungkook. To the world, a successful businessman. To the underworld, Crow. His cell phone vibrated. "The Black Rose has entered the hall." Jungkook looked up. A woman in a black dress walked through the doors with firm steps. Her face was serene, but her gaze was cold enough to silence any room. No one knew her name. Only the codename. Black Rose. They said that wherever she appeared, someone disappeared. She stopped before the main table. Their eyes met. No words were spoken. Even so, several guests began to leave the hall. They knew. When Crow and Black Rose met... blood was usually spilled. Suddenly, the doors were locked. The lights went out. A single gunshot broke the silence. When the power returned, one of the most powerful men in Asia was dead. Beside the body... there was only a black rose.