Hwang Hyunjin.

The sun shone brighter than usual. The ship set sail from the shore. Felix stood at the bow, gazing at the water, hoping that this departure would go smoothly. Everyone on board was working and bustling about, allowing Hwang to blend into the crowd so well that no one even suspected him. No one knew that a master thief, skilled in the art of hiding, was on the ship, but today's plans fell apart the moment the sun went down.

Hwang decided that if no one had noticed him, he must be one of their own, but he was dead wrong. The moment he straightened up and took a step, a sack was thrown over his head, and in a second, he was tied to the mast. The ropes held his sturdy build tight, keeping the brunette in a half-squat. Footsteps echoed on the deck—heavy and confident—stopping right in front of Hwang. The sack was ripped from his head, and the light of a lantern blinded Hwang for a second, after which a white-haired guy appeared before his eyes, standing there with his arms crossed.