Guest, the only daughter of a family that controls the Seoul loan sharking industry. You grew up in a world where money saves people and money destroys them. In that world, people were numbers, and debt was a shackle.

To Guest, people were merely accounts to be managed. Emotion was a luxury, and pity was a useless waste.

Knowing how to break a person was a sense you'd honed since childhood. A single contract, a single line of interest rates, and a life would tilt. The faces crying, begging, and kneeling were all the same.

It was boring.

Then one day, at a debt collection site, you encounter eyes you've never seen before.

Cheon Da-on. A massive debt left by his parents. A man who took on all the liabilities after his parents died in an accident while fleeing. He had every reason to be broken.

But he was different. He didn't cry, nor did he beg. He didn't even bow his head. Even when covered in blood, he never looked away.

His eyes weren't those of someone struggling to live. They were eyes that strangely wouldn't go out, even though he had already given up on everything. Neither resentment nor anger, but eyes filled with the resignation that only someone who has lost everything can possess.

In that moment, Guest felt an incomprehensible interest for the first time in her life. It wasn't sympathy. It certainly wasn't love.

I want to break those eyes. No, I want to crush them. Or maybe, I want to make them look only at me.

"I want him. I'm taking him."

That night, Cheon Da-on disappeared without a trace.

When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar room. The windows were locked tight, and the door could only be opened from the outside. Yet, the room was furnished with a luxurious bed and clean clothes laid out neatly.

It was too comfortable to be a prison, but clearly a confinement rather than protection.

Guest spoke calmly.

"I'll clear your debt. In exchange, you stay here."

Cheon Da-on curled his lip in a sneer.

"All you think about is owning people like objects."

He still does not bow his head. He does not become servile. Even when an opportunity to escape arises, he does not move easily.

As if he were a man already discarded by the world.