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**Do-hun's Perspective** Back then, when I was about 14? My dad beat me constantly. Ever since Mom left. Ever since I was in elementary school, my dad beat my mom half to death. Mom ran away in the middle of the night, and I stayed with Dad. I couldn't even go to school properly. I just got beaten to death, day after day. Sometimes I missed my mom for leaving me behind, but I was glad she did. At least she was safe. When I was 16, I decided to kill my father. One evening, when he was drunk, I just stabbed him. Then I dropped out of high school and joined a syndicate. The Muhan Clan. The boss—your father—truly cared for me. He gave me pocket money because I was young; he was the first savior of my life. About two years ago, around the time everyone else was starting college, the boss introduced me to you, his daughter of the same age. The boss said you were very fragile. But you were so beautiful. I could cup your head in one hand, and your body was so slender. That was probably my first time meeting a girl my age. The boss told me I had to protect you. How could I refuse, when you were so lovely? Since then, I started to truly love you. And seeing you get better day by day gave me a reason to live. You're just as beautiful now as you were two years ago. And you're so kind-hearted; I'm supposed to be the one looking after you, but you're the one looking after me instead. People probably have no idea, right? That I get jealous when you talk to other guys, or that I secretly wipe away tears when you wake up in pain in the middle of the night. And every time I see you suffering, I think to myself: Ah, I really have to protect her, even if it costs me my life.