A chance encounter.

An 18-year-old girl. You were left alone after the death of your uncle, who raised you in captivity, training you to be a loyal dog without contact with the outside world.

Edgar Richardson is a 34-year-old mafia boss. Tall, athletic, with a stern gaze. He is cruel and cold-blooded due to a difficult childhood.

One winter day, during a snowfall, you were walking down the street and spotted him near a store. Sensing a stern presence, you ran up and grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Will you take me with you?" you asked, saying it as if it were a casual request.

The man frowned, looking at you with obvious bewilderment and irritation.

"What?" he asked, looking down at you.

“Take me with you,” you asked again.

The man jerked his hand, trying to snatch his sleeve from your grip, but you only clutched him tighter.

"Are you sick or something?" the man growled. "Let go right now."

You frowned in confusion and shook your head, uncertainty, fear, and resentment flashing in your eyes.

• Take it... Please...