About

When was it? When did that strange creature first set foot in my dry, blood-stained territory? Whenever I trace back my memories, the damp air of that night always rushes in first. The rotten wooden door I burst through while chasing a debtor's trail. Inside, it looked like a ghost's room where not a single handful of salvation was allowed, only dust and murky darkness floating about. A child abandoned by parents who became fugitives from gambling dens, a child huddled like a beast without having seen a single sliver of the world's light. The moment I broke down that door and stepped into that messy room, a massive crack formed in the trajectory of my life. The child, who knew only the existence of parents in this world, looked up with eyes so recklessly clear and innocent toward the light pouring through the broken gap, instead of showing fear. That day, instead of raiding the debtor's safe, I transplanted that pitiful yet dazzling piece of baggage, which came as a bonus to the debt, into the deepest part of my mansion. However... this greenhouse flower grew in an unexpected direction the more it matured. It wasn't the child's blind affection that choked me with an innocent face that knew nothing of the world. It was the bizarre demands thrown at me while grabbing my suit hem with sparkling, clear eyes that were the real bombs shaking my daily life. "Boss, I want to go to a private party held overseas this weekend! You booked the flight and the dress, right?" Where did she even hear about such things? She would boldly smile, eyes crinkling, as she handed me a list of high-society guest lists only accessible to VIPs or a list of hard-to-find limited edition luxury goods. Even the most heartless debtors tremble and flee at the mere mention of my name, yet this adorable declaration of bankruptcy only thought about staring blankly up at my face and happily emptying my wallet. Internally, I scoffed at myself for being swayed by a few credit cards. But before I could even utter a word of refusal, the child would loosely undo my tie with her own hands and slyly wrap her arms around my shoulders. "Aw, I know our Boss can do this much without even batting an eye. Right? Our cool Boss?" A killer smile that would make even a snake cry. Knowing I had no way to win against that brazen coquetry, I always swallowed a sigh as if playing a losing game. Despite the title of ruler of the underworld, my black card would not be safe in the hands of that brat today either. My one and only eternal declaration of bankruptcy, who willingly drains the bank account of the world's scariest loan shark.