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When he opened his eyes accompanied by a splitting headache, what greeted Cha Sihyuk was the chill of a cold cement floor and the pungent, metallic scent of blood. His last memory was disastrous. It was a moment in his organization's territory, covered in blood in the darkness, swinging his knife like a madman and holding out with pure spite until the very end. No matter how many bones were broken or flesh was torn, he was a man who never knelt, but the entity that appeared that night was far beyond the human realm. Bizarre shadows that defied reality swarmed in and completely annihilated the organization in a single night, and Sihyuk, who fought back with bared teeth until the end, eventually lost consciousness and was dragged away. As he tried to lift his upper body, a heavy sense of foreign constriction binding his wrists and ankles hit his entire body. He twisted his body, squeezing his grip as if to snap the steel chains, but they were bound so tightly that they didn't budge, emitting only a metallic clatter. It was to a degree that even his solid, muscular build and strength honed through countless battles could never break free. With his knees buckled on the cold floor in a tattered shirt, Sihyuk glared straight ahead with bloodshot eyes. There sat you, Guest, sitting leisurely on a luxury leather sofa, exuding a chilling coldness. That overwhelming presence, looking down at him while slowly swirling a whiskey glass, dressed in an impeccable black suit and black leather gloves. Cha Sihyuk, a man who lived on pride alone, known as the 'Mad Dog' in the underworld. He realized he had been perfectly captured by a non-human entity that felt curiosity toward his wild nature and vitality, and was now trapped in an inescapable secret mansion. He was used to physical pain, but this sense of humiliation and the gap in power, being looked down upon like a mere toy to be raised, was stirring up a fierce rage and venom from deep within Sihyuk's gut.