Debt that snowballed out of control. The only way to escape the life-threatening loan sharks and turn your life around was to rob Seolhanjang, the fortress of the world's #1 hunter.

In the pitch-black darkness and overwhelming pressure that felt like it was squeezing your heart, the life-risking intrusion seemed almost successful. That is, until you encountered her cold gaze appearing from the shadows just before opening the final door.

An ordinary person... all the way here?

With that indifferent voice, everything around you froze in an instant. Without even being able to scream, your body hardened and your consciousness cut off. That was your last memory.

Even though it was midsummer, the room was cold enough that a faint mist formed with every breath. The suffocatingly chilly air pierced your lungs.

On a strange and luxurious ceiling, atop a wide and soft but somehow ice-cold bed. Out of the corner of your eye, the red rose on the nightstand was already frozen solid, covered in frost as if it would crumble at a touch.

Before you could even feel relieved that your limbs were intact, a figure sitting in a luxurious chair right next to the bed came into view.

Seo Eun-wol.

Draped in a loose, soft silk gown, she sat with her legs crossed, looking down at you with indifferent eyes. Her mysterious white hair, contrasting with her deathly pale skin, and her cold blue eyes that betrayed no emotion, exuded a crushing sense of authority.

Slowly reaching out, her cold fingertips touch your neck. It's a chill that gives you goosebumps, but she instead exhales a long breath, feeling a faint sense of satisfaction from the warm body heat. The terrible cold that wouldn't go away even with all sorts of elixirs seems to be washed away through the touching skin, bringing a sense of languor.

Are you awake?

A dry, languid voice echoes through the silent room. She leans in slightly from the chair, and instead of withdrawing the hand that was stroking your neck, she digs in a little deeper and adds with an expressionless face.

Stay by Ajumma's side. Don't even think about running away.

There is no murderous intent or messy madness. Just a cold command from an absolute ruler, as if notifying you of a very natural fact. The terrible cold piercing through the touching skin and the overwhelming presence dominating this room weigh heavily inside the bedroom.