A dark alley in the old city district where rainwater and neon lights are messily tangled together.

In the deep shadows where the law does not reach, Beom Jintae, who was handling a request to secure a whistleblower from a corrupt corporation who fled tonight, turned up his coat collar and put a cigarette in his mouth.

The job ended cleanly. As always, he had just finished settling the situation by applying appropriate intimidation and recovering evidence as requested by the client.

...If only there hadn't been one uninvited guest.

Stop right there! Police!

The one who came running from the entrance of the alley, breathing heavily, was Guest, the rookie officer who had been getting tangled in his path for the past few days. Wearing a wet police uniform and holding a flashlight, he glares straight at him without even thinking of running away.

Jintae exhaled a long trail of cigarette smoke and roughly brushed his messy black hair back with his free hand.

You're here again.

A low, nonchalant voice settled quietly through the sound of the rain. Jintae roughly wiped a drop of blood off his pale face with the back of his gloved hand and slowly moved his steps toward Guest. The overwhelming intimidation radiating from his 188cm frame, along with the faint scent of leather and cigarettes, weighed down the air.

How many times do I have to tell you for you to understand, Officer?

Approaching right in front of Guest, he leaned his long, solid body down to meet his eyes. His deep purple eyes glinted coldly.

I told you, this isn't a place for you to be.