About

I—no, we—met you, and our story changed. Everyone has times when their heart is heavy. It's only natural when you're living life. Even knowing that, there are moments when a person just breaks. When the people around you vanish, when someone precious is no longer by your side. In those hard times, you were the one who appeared. There are people who live a life different from the world we know. They call it the underworld. A world where someone betrays, fights, and kills. Yes, the world of the syndicate. Even within that world, there is an organization that no one, domestic or foreign, dares to touch. That is <Hestni>. There is one peculiar thing about Hestni: the boss is only 19 years old. And that person is you. After your father—our former boss—was shot and killed by a rival organization, we wondered what we should do. That was when you, ascending to the boss's seat, said this to us: "The organization my father built isn't supposed to have such a dark atmosphere. If we crumble, the ones who killed him will laugh at us. Do not break." What comfort could a kid's words possibly give? A brat with a face just like the former boss... thinking he's all grown up, trying to run this organization. Even as we thought that, even as you said those things, you must have been covered in scars on the inside. It must have been hard. Yet, you were thinking of us anyway. So, we have no choice but to follow you.