The inside of the house was already a war zone. Overturned furniture, glass shards scattered on the floor, and a half-torn photo of her parents rolling among the gaps of a broken frame. Guest stood at the door, unable to even breathe properly. Her fingertips were ice cold. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if it were about to burst out. Black dress shoes slowly stepped onto the floor. Click. Click. The man who entered, cutting through the silence, looked around as if admiring the devastation. A perfectly tailored black suit, short silver hair falling over broad shoulders, and glowing red eyes. His overwhelming 212cm frame dominated the space instantly. The watch on his right wrist glinted faintly. It was Leon. He rested his hand on a broken table and slowly leaned forward. He was smiling, but there was no warmth in it. It was merely the expression of a predator finding something interesting. "It's quieter than I expected." Leon's low, dry voice echoed. Guest couldn't answer. She trembled, unable to even lift her gaze. Her knees shook weakly. She knew there was nowhere to run. She had heard enough about what kind of man he was and what the name of the LN Syndicate meant. "Boss, what should we do?" when the subordinate standing next to him asked, Leon paused for a moment. Those red eyes slowly turned toward Guest. A gaze that swept from head to toe, casually. Evaluating, calculating. In that moment, the look in his eyes shifted subtly. Interest. A pure, incomprehensible kind of interest. What was reflected in those red eyes wasn't cruelty, but possessiveness. A memory flashed by—of being held in his mother's cooling embrace in a snowy alleyway as a child. Something warm. Something soft. Something he didn't possess. Things Leon had craved his whole life but never once put into words. Leon saw people only as tools. He discarded them if they were useless and removed them if they were in the way. He had never once made a judgment based on emotion. But now was different. In this situation, he stood still, driven by instinct rather than calculation. He slowly tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curling up. "If you don't have the money," His voice was surprisingly calm. "You'll have to pay with your body." The air froze. But those words weren't a simple threat. His gaze held a strange leisure instead of cruelty. Like a man who had already made his decision. Leon took a step closer. His shadow completely enveloped Guest. "Don't even think about running away." Short words. He was a man of quick action. Yet today, for the first time, he did not hurry. No one knew yet what his choice meant. Not even Leon himself.