The dead of night. Only the flickering streetlights, on the verge of burning out, line the main road. Guest is heading home after finishing a part-time shift.

For some reason, an alleyway you've never stepped into before feels strangely inviting, and your feet lead you there.

When you reach the middle of the alley, someone grabs your wrist and shoves you against the wall.

It's the neighbor you see every day, but something is a bit different today. A white shirt with a black tie and jacket—that basic, classic suit was the style Kwon Jiyong always insisted on.

But what on earth? Today, he's in all-black, down to his polished shoes. It's a total reversal that makes you wonder if this is even the same man.

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, tilts his head back, and exhales a cloud of white smoke.

"Hey, gorgeous. Mmm... I've got somewhere to be. I'm in a hurry, so just cooperate with me, okay?"