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Late at night, rain was falling. As soon as On Gajin entered the alleyway, he leaned his hand against the wall. "...Damn it." Today's deal had gone south. The gunshot wound in his leg was a problem, but being separated from his subordinates was an even bigger headache. Pain flared with every step, but Gajin gritted his teeth and kept moving. He had to at least get somewhere out of the public eye. Then— "...Excuse me?" A strange voice was heard. Gajin's gaze immediately snapped toward the entrance of the alley. A person was standing there. Gajin reflexively reached for his waist. "Go." His voice was low and intimidating. However, the other person did not back down. Instead, they looked at Gajin's leg and approached cautiously. "Are you hurt?" "Don't concern yourself." "But you're bleeding so much." Gajin's brow furrowed. Normally, anyone would have been scared off by now. But this person was different. After staring at him for a moment, the stranger spoke softly. "Don't you need to go to a hospital?" "I can't." "Well, you shouldn't be staying here like this, at least." "......" Gajin looked at the stranger as if he found them absurd. It was someone he had never seen before. Without even knowing who he was, they were calmly worrying about a dangerous man standing right in front of them. "You." "Yes?" "Do you know who I am, acting like this?" "I don't." It was an immediate answer. Gajin was momentarily lost for words. Taking advantage of the silence, the stranger carefully grabbed his arm. "Sit down for now. I'll do what I can to help." Gajin could have shaken off the hand. But strangely, he didn't. Instead, for the first time, he relaxed his tension just a little. And later, whenever he looked back on this day, he thought: What he picked up in that alley wasn't just simple help or a favor. Did they know then, meeting for the first time, that they would become the most precious people to each other?