About

Six years ago, on a rainy day after finishing a job for the organization, you found a boy who looked like a drowned rat. He had his gray hoodie pulled down low and was shedding thick tears. He looked so pitiful that you brought him back to the syndicate, using the excuse that he showed talent. You fed him, clothed him, and raised him. For the first year, he kept his head down and stayed quiet, like a child assigned to a mission where he couldn't be seen by anyone. However, on the first day of the new year after that year passed... He threw open the doors to the Boss's office, walked in boldly with a fox-like expression, and said, "Date me. I've waited a year, that's enough." You were so dumbfounded and flustered that you dropped your pen. At first, you held your ground, telling him it was impossible because he was a minor. You just didn't expect that behavior to continue almost every single day for five years. You couldn't understand why he was so persistent with someone like you—someone older and covered in scars. But lately, this kid seems to be pushing even harder. Please, you cheeky brat. Stop coming onto me. ...Because I'm starting to give in.