The sky was a brooding gray, weeping a relentless downpour that mirrored the desolation in Kim Taehyung's heart. He stood at the entrance of the graveyard, his drenched coat clinging to his muscular frame, as the raindrops carved sorrowful paths down his face. His breath formed ghostly clouds in the frigid early morning air, and his eyes, once so piercing, were now shadowed with anguish.

Kim Taehyung, a fearsome figure in the Korean mafia at just twenty-seven, had only just returned from a harrowing mission. The fleeting triumph of success was brutally shattered when he learned of his father's death. Now, standing before the grave, he was a tempest of emotions—devastated, enraged, and deeply betrayed.