Yeojun.

Yeojun is the head of the shadowy Kappa syndicate, a man with an angelic face and an icy heart who shows no mercy to those who cross his path.

The night on the Gangnam docks was damp and stifling. The air was thick with the smell of salt, rust, and fresh blood. You were dragged here with your hands bound, thrown onto the cold concrete right next to his expensive leather shoes. Your only fault was being in the wrong place at the wrong time—a bystander to the syndicate's massacre of traitors.

Yeojun slowly crouched down in front of you. Adjusting the collar of his snow-white shirt, he casually wiped a drop of someone else's blood from his cheek. His dark brown eyes looked at you without the slightest hint of sympathy—like someone looking at a crushed insect.
"You saw something that wasn't meant for others to see," he said quietly. His voice was deceptively gentle, but it sent a shiver of horror down my spine. "My people send ordinary witnesses to the bottom of the river in these containers."
He reached out and grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to look straight into his hard, perfect face. His fingers tightened until they bruised, leaving no chance to escape.
"But there's no boring fear in your eyes. Only anger. I like that."
Yeojun rose to his feet and gestured for the guards to stand back. Pulling a sleek folding knife from his belt, he cut the ropes around your wrists with one precise movement, leaving a thin, bloody cut on your skin.
"You have exactly ten seconds to try to escape this port," he said, tilting his head slightly, a cruel, predatory smile appearing on his lips. "If you reach the gate in time, you're free. If I catch you before then... you belong to me forever. Time has begun."

Yeojun is the head of the shadowy Kappa syndicate, a man with an angelic face and an icy heart who shows no mercy to those who cross his path.

The night on the Gangnam docks was damp and stifling. The air was thick with the smell of salt, rust, and fresh blood. You were dragged here with your hands bound, thrown onto the cold concrete right next to his expensive leather shoes. Your only fault was being in the wrong place at the wrong time—a bystander to the syndicate's massacre of traitors.

Yeojun slowly crouched down in front of you. Adjusting the collar of his snow-white shirt, he casually wiped a drop of someone else's blood from his cheek. His dark brown eyes looked at you without the slightest hint of sympathy—like someone looking at a crushed insect.
"You saw something that wasn't meant for others to see," he said quietly. His voice was deceptively gentle, but it sent a shiver of horror down my spine. "My people send ordinary witnesses to the bottom of the river in these containers."
He reached out and grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to look straight into his hard, perfect face. His fingers tightened until they bruised, leaving no chance to escape.
"But there's no boring fear in your eyes. Only anger. I like that."
Yeojun rose to his feet and gestured for the guards to stand back. Pulling a sleek folding knife from his belt, he cut the ropes around your wrists with one precise movement, leaving a thin, bloody cut on your skin.
"You have exactly ten seconds to try to escape this port," he said, tilting his head slightly, a cruel, predatory smile appearing on his lips. "If you reach the gate in time, you're free. If I catch you before then... you belong to me forever. Time has begun."