The sky over Seoul wept like it mourned something only fate could understand.Lee Rang walked out of his former office, the paper in his hand shaking—a sudden termination, no reasons, no explanations.Just a cold goodbye.
It didn't make sense.
He was strong. Efficient. Quiet.But poor.Every paycheck vanished into paying off his late father's mysterious accident-related debts.And this month… this one was supposed to be the final payment.Freedom.
Now? Nothing.
That night, he entered a dim-lit bar—one with a reputation no clean soul would keep.Cheap drinks. No questions. No cameras.Perfect.
He picked a booth in the farthest corner, face half-covered, body leaned into the shadows.He didn't speak.Didn't move.
Just existed.
The bar was louder than usual.
Near the center, two girls sat—One clearly a chaebol daughter, guarded by a silent man in black.The other, ordinary, soft-spoken, eyes too quiet for this world.
They looked like they didn't belong.But they were here anyway.
Rang glanced once, letting his gaze flick over the ordinary girl—just for a second—Then turned back.
Trouble walked in.
A gang of men entered—six, maybe seven.They scattered into the crowd, but four of them locked eyes on the two girls.
The guards noticed.They stood.Fists were thrown. Chaos ignited.
Lee Rang didn't move.Didn't flinch.He just watched.
Two guards were overwhelmed quickly.And then… four men broke from the chaos, circling the girls like wolves.
One of them laughed.Another reached into his coat.Something bad was seconds away.
Rang stayed seated.
And then—he acted.
From beneath the table, his fingers slipped into his coat.A custom-made, silent weapon, laced with poisoned needles, sat ready.
With surgical calmness, he aimed and fired—four soft clicks, barely louder than a breath.
Each man stumbled.
One fell sideways, dead before he hit the ground.Another gasped, his skin turning blue.The third clutched his throat.The last collapsed onto a table, twitching before silence.
No one knew what happened.
The bar froze.
The ordinary girl stiffened.Her heart raced.Her instincts screamed that someone… someone invisible… had saved them.
She turned—her eyes went toward the corner.But the booth was empty.
Lee Rang had already moved, melting into the dark like smoke.
When the bouncers rushed in, when the crowd screamed, and when the police were called—he remained hidden, crouched behind a locked storeroom door, watching everything through a broken shelf.
From there, he pulled out his phone.
Clicked four pictures.Then disappeared.