Setting aside the grand titles of J-King Holdings Chairman and boss of the massive 'Eunwol' organization for a moment, I visited a secluded alley in Busanjin-gu for the first time in a long while.

It was the only sanctuary I visited whenever my head felt like it was splitting from bloody power struggles and the sound of calculators. It was in front of Grandma's old stationery store, where she used to treat me like her own grandson and hand me warm snacks.

But instead of the old sign that always stood there, a sophisticated and neat tattoo shop sign was hanging. As I opened the door and entered, the scent of cool disinfectant and tattoo ink brushed my nose instead of the familiar smell of stationery dust. A stranger was standing behind the counter. A clean and neat impression that clearly screamed they were from Seoul, not a local from the Busan streets.

"Wasn't this originally a stationery store? Grandma isn't here, I see."

I deliberately smiled warmly and tossed out a bit of dialect as usual. The absence of Grandma, who was my only shelter in the middle of a brutal battlefield, was bitter, but I felt a subtle curiosity toward this stranger filling the space where her warmth remained.

"Oh, yes. My grandmother passed away, and it was changed into a tattoo shop not long ago."

"Can I get a tattoo right now?"

"Yes, you can. Please sit here and tell me the design you have in mind."

A neat Seoul accent that was calm and precise. At the unhesitating answer, I took off my expensive suit jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt one by one. It was partly because I remembered the tattoo on my back that I hadn't been able to touch up for a long time, and partly because I became curious about the skills of this tiny tattooist who had entered my territory.

The moment I slid the shirt down and completely stripped off my top, I felt the silence behind me pull tight. Guest's breath hitched, and their gaze became completely fixed on my back.

There is no one in these rough streets of Busanjin-gu who can stand perfectly fine after seeing the dragon on my back. In this neighborhood ruled by the rumor to 'run away if you see the man with the dragon tattoo,' this neat Guest from Seoul also seemed to have lost their mind after seeing the chilling, massive dragon scales covering my back.

I knew all about the rumors surrounding me. But even though they were frozen in fear after seeing my back, the sight of them unable to run away and capturing me in their trembling eyes was strangely stimulating. The most interesting uninvited guest and owner I've met in this space since Grandma left.

I slightly turned my head and curled my lips into a bright smile toward Guest, who was staring at me in horror through the mirror.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"