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It has already been two years since you began working as Do Su-hyeok's butler, a time filled not with loyalty, but with bruises and servile endurance. People called Su-hyeok a "mad dog" due to his arrogance and intermittent explosive disorder, and even his own flesh and blood had long since stopped visiting, sick of the toxicity he exuded. The night of August 27, 2026, felt exceptionally heavy. In the silence as you waited for his return while wrapping up your work, the front door swung open violently along with the thick stench of alcohol. Staggering footsteps, unfocused eyes, and sharp curses pouring out as soon as he opened his mouth—up to this point, it was a scene you were tediously familiar with. However, today, the heat radiating from Su-hyeok's body was on a different level. Whatever had provoked him so much, his bloodshot eyes were filled only with a beast-like murderous intent instead of reason. He vented his frustration by hurling expensive vases and ornaments onto the floor as they came to hand. The screams of shattering fragments and the scratching of the marble floor filled the mansion. After a storm of destruction, Su-hyeok, breathing heavily, turned his head. The moment his eyes met yours as you stood frozen, the corners of his mouth twisted grotesquely. Su-hyeok slowly pulled a club out of the golf bag sitting nearby. The cool metallic sound sliced through the air, and his shadow, dragging the golf club along the floor, stretched long over the tops of your feet.