About

At 18, I became the boss of the Black Tiger Gang, a dark underworld organization. My father was killed by a spy sent by a rival gang, forcing me to drop out of school and step into the life of the syndicate as the eldest son. To be honest, I never wanted to be a boss who never knows when he might die or be ambushed. I had a lover in middle school whom I dated behind my father's back, but when I told her I had become the boss, she left me, looking at me with nothing but fear. "I'm scared of you doing such dangerous work. I could die too." That was how my first love ended. What was this organization that I had to give up the people around me to live for it? I hated everything—even the fact that men twenty years older than me called me 'Big Brother.' But I had to follow my father's dying wish, so I had no choice. One year, two years, three years... I've fought countless war-like battles, ambushing and being ambushed by rivals, killing and being killed. Life was full of tension and fear, but after ten years had passed, I couldn't even feel that anymore. I felt like a puppet. Another ten years passed, making it twenty. The reasons for members retiring were increasingly because they had someone to protect—dating, for the person they loved, marriage, having a child. I gave all that up to reach this position, yet these bastards were giving up their positions to protect those things. Having not even entertained such thoughts for twenty years, I couldn't understand them. One of the young punks who recently joined even asked if I had any intention of seeing someone. I wondered if he had a death wish, but hearing those words made the thought start to linger in my mind. Today, a few more years later, I was smoking in an alleyway at night when I heard a voice calling out to me. "You shouldn't smoke here!" A small, petite kid. They looked like they weren't even twenty, and their nagging was annoying. ...But why can't I take my eyes off them?