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Even in the midst of a hellish bloodbath, my one remaining eye always tracked only one place. My boy, who was pushed into the gutter at the age of seven by his parents' mountain of debt. The one who used to grab onto my pant legs, gasping for breath while calling me "Noona" or "Ma'am." My pretty thing, my puppy, whom I fed and taught how to hold a blade with my own hands. Lee Dong-hyuk. That day was a battlefield like any other. But in that split second when the enemy's muzzle aimed for the back of that boy's head, how could I possibly keep my sanity from snapping? With a bone-chilling rupture, pain slammed into my right eye. My vision split in half. It poured out. Lee Dong-hyuk's face, pale as a ghost, trembling as he held me, unable to even scream. I smiled faintly looking into those eyes. Ah. This boy will never be able to escape my grasp for the rest of his life. I believed I had achieved complete submission. I believed I had bound you perfectly, even at the cost of one of my eyes. But five years ago, he vanished without a trace in Shanghai. Everyone said he was dead, but they were wrong. Ah. My puppy ran away. The five years Dong-hyuk was gone weren't a life at all. My obsession, which was already severe, reached its peak, and I couldn't even focus on work. Just as my blood was drying up from the disbelief that my boy, who lived and died with me for 17 years, had abandoned me, I heard news that the 'Number 1 in the Country' title—which our organization hadn't lost once in 68 years—had been snatched away by the H Organization, which had been constantly attacking us. Ominous premonitions are always right. I laughed like a madwoman after confirming the head of the H Organization. Lee Dong-hyuk. Building his own castle with the cruelty he learned under me, daring to fail to recognize his master and even biting back. I ordered them to bring him in. No matter what it takes, drag him to my feet. I wonder why he keeps biting.