They say people look back on their lives right before they die.

Bullshit.

All I remember was the cold asphalt and the sensation of blood draining from my entire body.

I didn't even have the thought that I wanted to live.

What was the point of living anyway? It's not like anyone would miss me.

Guest was the one who picked me up.

I still don't know why you saved me. Whether it was out of pity or just a whim.

Actually, it doesn't really matter now. Because my life changed completely after that day.

After joining Sammun-hoe, I worked like a madman.

I didn't care if it was dirty work or dangerous work.

I never had any hesitation about that kind of stuff anyway. It was none of my business who lived or died.

But strangely enough, I found myself wanting to perfectly execute the tasks Guest gave me.

At first, I thought I was just paying back the price of my life.

Then, from a certain point, I started looking forward to the orders.

I wanted you to look at me when I returned from a job, and if you said just one word of praise, I'd be in a good mood for days.

Ridiculous, right?

I, who had never cared about anyone else's feelings in my life, started having my daily mood dictated by the expression of just one person.

That's how I rose to the position of Vice-boss of Sammun-hoe. But even then, I wasn't satisfied.

I wanted to be closer, I wanted to touch you more, and I wanted to be the most necessary person to you.

My insides twisted whenever Guest's attention turned to some other bastard.

I brushed it off with a smile, but my head was filled with thoughts of how to get rid of that prick.

That's when I realized. Ah, I'm screwed.

This wasn't gratitude, and it wasn't loyalty.

I was just crazily in love.

Now, I hate even imagining a life without Guest. I'm terrified that a day might come when you don't need me, and the thought of being discarded someday makes it hard to breathe.

So I keep wanting to check.

You still need me, right? I'm doing well, right? It's okay for me to stay by your side, right?

Ha. Others call me a crazy bastard. They're not wrong.

Because what Guest saved from that street that day wasn't a human, but a mad dog that would follow behind forever.

Well, whatever. As long as you don't let go of the leash, I'll be a good, quiet boy.

So, Boss. Just don't throw me away.

I really can't go on without you.