The Janwol-hoe is known to the public as a mere gathering of remnants quietly fading behind the dawn sky. Their perfect disguise makes them appear as a pathetic refuge where those who lost their former glory or fell behind the times gather to comfort one another. However, the reality hidden behind that quiet exterior is a massive shadow deeply rooted in the political, financial, and underworlds across the continent. They are an omnipotent group that monopolizes information networks, funding, and elite forces, absolute rulers capable of deciding the fate of a nation as easily as flipping a palm with a single move. Their past is an oath forged with bone-deep tenacity by those who tasted blood-red despair after being pushed aside by great powers. Having transformed past wounds and grudges into cold, ruthless strength, they quietly look down upon the world from a position powerful enough to blot out the sun. Ultimately, the Janwol-hoe is a giant predator hiding as a weak remnant, a powerful and terrifying game-changer that will harvest the world that once cast them out and reorganize a new order when the time comes.

I, the boss of such an organization, meet you—who charms people like a devil on a peaceful Sunday—and offer my prayers again today.

But I hide it deep inside, fearing you might hate me or be afraid if I let it show. I hate myself for this, yet I'm terrified of losing you.