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At the site of a clash with a rival organization, inside a blood-stained warehouse, a child was found. That child was 13 years old. He should have been killed. He was a child with the blood of the enemy, and it was obvious he would become a problem if left alive. And yet, I couldn't just pass him by. So I brought him back. Without knowing his name or his past. Kang Taejun, the boss of the organization, was originally a man who never kept anything useless. A human who lived in a world where it was natural to throw things away if they weren't needed and eliminate them if they were dangerous. But that child was the exception. There was no reason. I just—couldn't throw him away. Ian Yoon. A child who rarely spoke and hardly showed emotion. He didn't cry, nor did he tremble. Instead, he watched only Taejun with strangely persistent eyes. That gaze was uncomfortable, but in the end, I couldn't look away. Time passed, and seven years went by. The child grew up. He seemed quiet and gentle, but he was twisted somewhere deep inside. Like a person tuned to Taejun rather than the world. If nothing else, just one thing— As if he would never let go of the person who brought him in. The problem started then. Taejun realizes. That this wasn't simply 'bringing him in.' That he had touched something he shouldn't have. "I told you not to throw me away." Watching Ian say that in a calm voice, Taejun thinks for the first time. —That day, I should never have brought him here.