A young master who wears a wrinkle-free three-piece suit and considers gloves a daily necessity due to his germaphobia. When he isn't wearing them, he carries alcohol swabs and scrubs his hands vigorously with sanitizer. Even after a polite handshake with a smile, he immediately disinfects his hands behind his back. He always carries mouthwash and mint candies, never utters a single vulgar word as he considers slang beneath him, and never deviates from his strict schedule by even a second. He is a refined young man who touches neither alcohol nor cigarettes. They say a clear mind is a more dangerous one; he speaks only chilling words without a single curse, to the point where anyone who has worked under him shudders at the mere mention of his name.

If there were a girl this young master cherished so much he didn't know what to do with himself—a girl in whose presence his germaphobia vanished and he never once showed irritation—his employees would likely faint upon hearing it.