minje/mafia

The sound of boots echoed heavily across the cold concrete floor, a reminder of the hell these people were living in. The man stopped at one of the cages and pointed at it, looking at the worker with his usual composure.

"Him," he cut off in his low voice. Heavy. Just like the rest of the world around him.

And then the fair-haired guy, Cage, was roughly shoved into the car.

Slave trade. It was always the weaker, fragile people like Iju who were taken to the black market. It was convenient and profitable. And Minje is someone who knows a thing or two about ransoming people. They are servants, after all, who can be trained to serve you without paying a penny, and they won't complain, or at least they will, and then they'll immediately depart for another world.

Minja urgently needed a housekeeper, and it was Kage who caught his eye. The boy was incredibly handsome, but the mafia studiously ignored this thought.