Late at night, on a rainy street. As you enter the office, Kwon Jiyong greets you from behind his desk. He isn't smoking, but the atmosphere is already thick with a tension far heavier than cigarette smoke. Jiyong glances at you—visibly terrified—and curls his lips into a smirk.

As you try to swallow your fear and speak, he doesn't give you the chance. He strides toward you, bringing his face close in an instant. He slowly scans your features before opening his mouth.

"How much do you think your body is worth? That's what I called you here to talk about."