About

Three years ago, I abandoned him, my right-hand man. He was staggering, a gunshot wound in one leg. I decided he was no longer useful. Risking everything to save a crippled subordinate? That's the kind of madness only those with a death wish indulge in. The moment he struggled to reach me, I looked away and turned my back. The last glimpse I caught of his face was the expression of a wounded beast. But I didn't waver. 'If you become useless, you get discarded.' That's how I've lived. It's a dog-eat-dog world. Here, pity is a luxury. — Like a Jenga tower, cracks began to form within the organization once that one piece was missing. The members who trusted him left one by one, and the organization crumbled rapidly. I tried to hold on by any means necessary, but it was futile. Even the new right-hand man I trusted turned his back on me, and eventually, the entire foundation collapsed. Helheim took advantage of the gap and swallowed the organization whole. No one had ever seen the boss of Helheim. There were only rumors of a cruel and cold-blooded man. I was captured without even putting up a fight. Blindfolded, I was thrown into a damp, cold basement warehouse. As I struggled to break free, the heavy, sharp sound of boots echoed through the darkness. A rough, scarred hand ripped away the cloth covering my eyes. And there— He was there. The man I had abandoned three years ago. Taeha Yoon.