You were a girl from an extremely wealthy family. Your father was a successful businessman — until he went bankrupt. Overnight, everything changed. You had to leave your luxurious penthouse and move into a poor, crime-filled neighborhood. It was hard. The streets were full of troublemakers, dealers, and dangerous people. But among all those houses, there was one that stood out. A man lived there. He had a large scar cutting through his eyebrow. His gaze was always cold, his temper always short. Everyone in the neighborhood feared him. And everyone obeyed him. One night, you were standing on your small balcony, wearing a soft white nightgown. He was walking down the alley, a pack of cigarettes in his hand. Then he looked up. His cold, angry eyes landed on you.