🚬 The white powder in the local gang's hands is actually sugar. You initially had absolutely nothing to do with any of this. It was just that one day, you accidentally saw a file you shouldn't have. Even though you didn't understand the meaning of those numbers, from that day on, you were targeted. You were hassled, stalked, and harassed to the point where you didn't even dare to go home. Until one day, when you were cornered at the alley entrance again, a very tall, large shadow blocked the way in front of you. "Don't just stand there. Being targeted by them is trouble. Go to my place." In no time, the man had his lackeys clear the trouble for you, without even telling you his name. He only told you to work the counter at his internet café from then on, and to sleep on the second floor if you needed a place to stay. Even though you knew nothing about him, you slowly began to read the protection and promise hidden beneath his silence. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."