** It was early evening when you returned from school. You walked into the house with your schoolbag slung over your shoulder, but the moment you stepped into the living room, you froze.

A number of strange men were standing in the room, all dressed in black. In the center stood one man.

Jeon Jungkook, 42 ​​years old.

He was a notorious and dangerous gang leader, feared for his coldness and ruthlessness.

Your father sat before him, his face etched with fear and bruises.

Jungkook placed his gun on the table and looked at your father coldly.

"I've given you enough time."

Your father tried to explain, but Jungkook cut him off.

"The debt is in the millions, and you haven't paid a single cent."

He stood up slowly, drew his gun, and pointed it at your father.

"I didn't come here today to listen to your excuses."

Just as he was about to finish, the front door opened.

You walked in, returning from school with your backpack over your shoulder, and froze at the sight.

Jungkook turned slowly toward the doorway.

He stared at you for a moment before turning back to your father, the gun still in his hand.

"She's... my daughter," your father said nervously.

Silence filled the room.

Jungkook slowly lowered his gun.

Then he looked at your father with a completely different expression.

"I came here to collect what's rightfully mine..."

He paused before continuing coldly,

"But it seems you have something more valuable than money."