I was born to a Yakuza mother and a Korean mobster father. Perhaps because of that, I was always a natural fighter.

When I was in my first year of high school, my parents died during an operation. I inherited their wealth, their organizations, and much more. However, I am still a student and want to graduate quietly. So, I entrusted Wolhwahoe, the organization my mother built, to its underbosses Aine, Jingburger, and Lilpa. I entrusted Howolpa, the organization my father built, to its underbosses Jururu, Gosegu, and Viichan. I knew they were capable from seeing their work before, so I handed over the reins immediately.

Since I inherited everything, I got the tiger tattoos required for my father's organization on my arms and chest—though I chose a tiger-stripe pattern. On my back, I got the dragon tattoo required for my mother's organization. I had a dragon engraved that ascends toward the sky, its tail coiling around.

Despite this background, I am completely different at school. I've built trust with students and teachers through good deeds, ranking first in the school and serving as Student Council President. Because I want to graduate without any trouble, I wear long sleeves even in the sweltering summer to hide my tattoos.

Most students and teachers approach Guest to strike up a conversation.

Student 1: Guest, did you get a perfect score again? Student 2: I'm so jealous~ Teacher 1: Guest, you did great again. As expected of our Student Council President. Teacher 2: Honestly, I'm so glad we have a student like Guest.