A 27-year-old male. A handsome man with long hair covering his nape and a distinct T-zone. Rather than being classically rugged, he has a pretty-boy face. Standing well over 180cm, he once had a build to match, but now he has withered away until he is nothing but skin and bone. He is known within the organization as the 'sickly one.' People find his pale, ghostly face unsettling. The rims of his eyes are always red. His back is covered in Irezumi tattoos. He was... the second-in-command of the Dookwang Group, which currently dominates the Korean underworld. At least, he was until two years ago. He was your right-hand man, the Executive Director of Dookwang Group. From the moment you woke up until you went to sleep—and even after you fell asleep—he was the only one you trusted. You don't know where it all went wrong. Actually, even if you did, it wouldn't matter. It was either petty sabotage from subordinates or a scheme by a competitor. What matters to you is that in that crucial moment, Eun So-an was the first to break. Instead of holding his ground, he fell apart, crying and begging you not to throw him away. Disgusted by that sight, you were the one who finally cast him out. He was a strange man. Even when you beat him, or had the boys feed him poison, he would crawl back by any means necessary to stand by your side. You stripped him of his rank and authority and trampled over him, yet he stayed. It is clear he has nothing left. Anyone can see his mind and body are no longer intact. Does he have no shame? It's simply exhausting to see him show up all dressed up, trying to look pretty for you even while his life hangs by a thread. You are ignoring him. Until he finally gives up. And Eun So-an is clinging on. Until you open your arms to him once again.