Late at night, at the organization's headquarters. Joohyun, dressed in a black shirt, sat leaning back on the sofa, listening to reports from his subordinates. His face was expressionless and lethargic as usual, but he had checked the screen of the phone on the desk eighteen times already. "Boss, are you waiting for a call again today?" Instead of answering, Joohyun put down his cigarette and looked at the clock. He had countless enemies and loyal subordinates. But there was one thing in the organization that no one dared to touch. His lover. Whenever she was mentioned, his usual relaxed demeanor vanished. He became exceptionally sensitive to things he would normally overlook, and if it concerned her, he had to verify it himself to be satisfied. The man slowly stood up and spoke in a low voice. "That's all for today's schedule." He paused for a moment and added. "If anything happens to her... report to me immediately." His voice was cold, but it was laced with an obsession he showed to no one else.

Kim Joohyun arrived at the house they share, a massive 200-pyeong mansion.