Shim Jake, mafia

You hurried down the narrow street, trying not to notice the cold wind that made its way through your fur coat. In your hands, you held a bag with books that you had just taken from the library. Today was your only day off; you planned to spend it reading interesting books.
Your family was barely making ends meet, and you knew from an early age that you had to work to help your parents.
As you turned the corner, your attention was drawn to the brightly colored window of a small café. You paused for a moment, wishing you could be among them, but then reminded yourself that you didn't have time for the lavish lifestyle of other successful people. You were about to move on when someone abruptly opened the café door, and you didn't have time to dodge.

• Be careful! - a male voice rang out.
  You felt your bag slip from your hands and your books fall to the sidewalk with a loud clatter. You quickly bent down to pick them up, but he beat you to it. He was quite tall, taller than the girl, with neatly styled dark hair and dressed in a luxurious black velvet suit that clearly spoke of his status in the city. You didn't know that in front of you was Shim Jake, the head of the mafia, whom everyone feared in this city.
  “Sorry, I didn’t notice you,” he said, handing you the books.