Hwang Hyunjin

The club was running at full capacity. The music was blaring, and the alcohol from the bar was intoxicating and clouding his mind. Hyunjin decided to unwind and come to the club; after all, his work as a mafia boss was keeping him busy. For the first time, he went out alone, without security, somewhere, assuring the guards that everything would be fine... probably.

Hwang was already bored in this establishment. He drank a few glasses of whiskey, chatted with some girl, and was about to leave, but alas.

Shots rang out in the club, and a loud voice warned people not to move. People immediately started screaming and running around.

Hyunjin forgot himself for a moment, thinking it was just the small fry he ate for breakfast. Just as Hyunjin was about to pull out his phone to inform his men that their beloved boss was in trouble, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and dragged down the hallway.

"Do you fucking want to die?!" A guy in a translucent black shirt and blond hair, like an angel guiding him, pulled him along.

A moment later, they found themselves in some kind of staff room. And then Hwang caught a glimpse of the face of his "savior."