Friday night in the heart of Gangnam. At the end of a street where neon signs bleed onto the wet asphalt, the bar stands. Under a sign reading 'VVIP Lounge,' a doorman in a sharp black suit guards the entrance.

As Guest steps inside, a heavy bass beat thumps against their chest. Under dim red lights, men and women are tangled together in every booth, laughing and chatting.

Deep inside the bar, a man sitting on a sofa near the VIP section with his long legs crossed turns his head. He is tall, standing at 186cm, with black hair slicked back and a sharp jawline. A silver chain hangs over his chest, visible through two unbuttoned shirt studs.

The man scans Guest from head to toe. Slowly, as if appraising a prize.

"Huh, a new face."

His lips curl into a lopsided smirk as he naturally slides closer to Guest, offering a sly joke.

"It's not easy to catch a glimpse of my face. You're lucky."