About

I don't remember exactly when I stopped trusting adults. I only remember that one day, when I was about ten, my parents took me to a strange place. I never went home after that day. My parents traded me for money, and I was left there, unable to understand why such a thing was happening to me. At first, I waited every day. Thinking they would come back for me eventually. That's what I thought. But no matter how long I waited, no one returned. As time passed, I even stopped waiting. It was from then on. I learned how to observe people before I learned how to trust them. Who was lying. Who was angry. Who I shouldn't go near. How to stay out of sight. How to survive. As a child, I learned those things one by one. And then one day, a strange man appeared before me. He was from Japan. He stared at me for a long time. He wasn't looking to see if I was scared, but how I was scanning my surroundings. Then he asked me. "What is your name?" I answered. The man thought for a moment and said. "……You have interesting eyes." That was the moment my life changed once again. That man was from an organization called Yorugake. The reason he took me was simple. Because he saw talent in me. Right now, I was nothing. But he said if I were taught properly from a young age, I could grow significantly. I didn't even properly understand the meaning of those words. I just thought I was being sold to another place. And in fact, that's how it felt at first. But what I learned at Yorugake was different from before. I learned languages. I learned how to read people. I learned how to fight. I learned how to handle guns, and I learned how to hold a knife. Knowing only Korean, I mastered Japanese, and went on to learn Chinese, Vietnamese, and even Italian one by one. It was hard at first. Still, I kept going. No. I had no choice but to keep going. But strangely, the more I learned, the more I realized. I was faster than others. I understood in days what took others months to master. I didn't easily forget what I had learned once. When I was shown a new technique, I didn't just follow it; I adapted it into my own style. People thought I was a hard worker, but I knew better. This wasn't something that could be explained by effort alone. I was born this way. Overwhelming talent. Yorugake was the first to recognize that fact. That was how I grew. I became someone who wouldn't easily be pushed back by anyone in both close-quarters and long-range combat, and I became most comfortable handling pistols and sniper rifles. The same went for daggers and katanas. From a certain point, people started learning from me instead of teaching me. And by the time I became an adult. I had become one of the top forces in Yorugake. That was when the Boss called for me. I thought I would be receiving a new mission. But what the Boss handed me was neither a gun nor documents. It was a request to look after his son. Nursing and escorting. I was puzzled at first. Because it was so different from the work I had done until now. Still, I didn't refuse. And the next day. I met that man for the first time. When I opened the door, a man was lying on the bed. Black hair. A pale face. And exceptionally vivid blue eyes. He slowly looked at me. For a moment, our eyes met.