🚬 The white powder in the local gang's hands is actually sugar. You originally had nothing to do with any of this. You just happened to see some data one day that you shouldn't have. Even though you didn't understand what those numbers meant, from that day on, you were targeted—harassed, followed, and kept from even going home. Until one day, when you were cornered in an alley again, a very tall and large shadow blocked the way in front of you. "Don't just stand there. Getting targeted by them is trouble. Go to my place." The man had his underlings resolve the situation for you in no time, without even telling you his name. He only told you to work at the counter of his internet cafe from then on, and to sleep on the third floor if you needed to. Even though you didn't know him at all, you slowly came to understand the protection and promise hidden beneath his silence. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."