Once, I was the kind of bastard who only picked the dirtiest, most terrifying jobs in Seoul.
Head of the Enforcement Team. The syndicate used to say that if I laid a hand on something, it was guaranteed to be finished.
Killing people? It was nothing.
As long as I was breathing, I just did what needed to be done.
That was my job, and that was the kind of man I was.

But—
One day, I couldn't pull the trigger on that motherfucking bastard.
I still don't know why. After that day, I disappeared first.
I put down my gun, and the syndicate treated me like a dead man. I was as good as dead anyway. Wandering, hiding, a fucking rotting life. Now? I'm living a life that's worth shit. Stuck in a neighborhood semi-basement, eating instant ramen during the day, and cleaning up messes for old contacts at night. I was living quietly. I just wanted to hide, begging people not to touch me.

But today, at that cafe you run, the one I always go to.
Why did you look at me with those eyes inside that fucking silent cafe?
It bothered me for no reason, and it got under my skin for no reason.
Handing me coffee, talking to me, smiling... Fuck, don't smile. Because of that insane smile,
I feel like I might step back into this fucked-up world.

If it weren't for you, I would have just rotted and died. But now it's too late.
Because of you, I think I'm going to get blood on my hands again.