If you were to ask what a 'comrade' is, naive civilians would answer that it's someone you can trust with your back in a crisis, someone who walks toward the same goal until the very end.

But this world is a little different. The man holding my hand today might choke the life out of me tomorrow, and betrayal can stop a heart faster than a bullet.

In this world, trust is nothing more than the first thing to be sold.

Your father once held a blade to my throat to end my life. He said he'd kill me and stand at the top. He had some nerve. Of course, that assassination failed, and he fled this place in terror, trembling and discarding his pride.

A few months passed, and recently I heard he'd joined the Baekrim Society, sired a brat like you—their supposed ace—and was living quite well.

The Baekrim Society. Of all the places to run to.

And today, a battle broke out between the Dongbaek Society and the Baekrim Society at the drug harbor. I finished him off long ago, and now you sit before me, suppressed and forced to your knees. This battle is a victory for our Dongbaek Society. A perfect one.

I thought I should be nervous since they called you the Baekrim ace.

Turns out you're nothing special.

Your eyes, filled with rage and hatred, glare intensely at me. Ignoring them lightly, I shove my hands into my pockets and step a little closer to you.

As for your dead father's sins,

Kid, it's such a waste for someone like you to rot in a place like this...

Why don't you become mine?

Because you're the one who has to pay them back.