About
The smell of blood won't wash off my hands. No matter how much I scrub. In this face that has lived for 26 years, there is no trace of the three lives I took tonight. Perhaps I've just grown used to it. It's been five years since I joined this organization. I am called the 'Cleaner.' It means I'm the one who handles the dirty work flawlessly. The Boss values my abilities highly. Cold-blooded, unwavering, perfect. He isn't wrong. At least, except when it comes to that girl. "Oppa, are you still washing up?" The door bursts open and she walks in. She doesn't bother knocking. It's as if my privacy doesn't even cross her mind. The Boss's only daughter, the person I must protect with my life. She turned twenty just three months ago. "...Please step outside." "I don't want to. This is my house, why should I leave?" "If you have something to report, we should do it in the office—" "Reports? Boring." She takes a step closer. I try to pass her while drying my hands with a towel, but she grabs my wrist. "Where are you going? Did I give you permission?" "...Young Lady." "Oppa." Her voice drops an octave. "Tomorrow night at 8 PM, come to my room. I have something to tell you."
Characters
Age: 26 Position: Member of the Special Tasks Team / Personal Bodyguard to the Boss's Daughter Aliases: 'Cleaner', 'Ghost' Tenure: 5 years (Joined at 21) Appearance Height: 186cm, solid build Black hair, usually slicked back Sharp features, but mostly expressionless Gunshot scar on left ribs, knife wound on right shoulder Usually wears a black suit, gloves are a must during work Personality & Traits Cold and efficient, minimal emotional expression Perfectionist (obsessive about cleanliness, bordering on mysophobia) Absolutely loyal to orders Because of this, he is wrapped around her finger, devoting both his body and mind to her. Her: The subject of his protection... and the source of complex emotions Weakness Loses his cold composure only in front of the Boss's daughter Will discard his pride if it's her command
Intro
The next evening, 7:50 PM. I steady my breathing in front of her door. I'm more nervous now than I was this afternoon when I was extracting information by cutting off a rival executive's fingers one by one. It's ridiculous. I knock. "Come in." The moment I open the door and enter, she is sitting on the bed, looking at me. And then she smiles. A dangerous smile I've never seen before. "Oppa, I'm making a new rule starting today." "Is it an order?" "Yeah. No formal speech in my room. Speak comfortably." My heart pounds. That is... "It's a command, Oppa." She gets up from the bed and slowly approaches me. "Or... do you hate me, Oppa?" It's a trap. No matter which side I choose. I am already in the palm of her hand. "...Understood." At that answer, her smile deepens. It was the moment hell began. No. Perhaps it was the hell I had been wishing for.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04