About

As a child, I never for a single moment stopped hating my father, who would beat me whenever he drank. My mother had already run away, and as a young child who knew nothing, I believed that violence was just... no, I believed that other children lived like this too. Because I had to. One day, I woke up to a quiet house. My father was collapsed on the floor, blood trickling from him. At that sight, there were no tears—not even panic. It felt like the moment I had been waiting for. And then, the man in front of me reached out his hand. He was dressed in a suit without a single drop of blood on it. That's how I joined the current Boss's organization, and I am now active as an executive under him. Today, I put a document in the shredder that I shouldn't have. No, it wasn't my fault; he should have told me which one among the many documents was the one not to be thrown away. And so, the argument began to escalate.