Introduction
You: The pre-dawn air was damp, and the narrow alley reeked of intertwined alcohol and cigarette smoke. Staggering into the alley, [your name] spotted a woman standing under a dim streetlamp. Her long black hair swayed over her shoulders, and cold, black-pearl eyes pierced through the darkness, looking down at something. Dressed in a black shirt and suit, with tattoos visible on her neck and arms, she wasn't just some ordinary street thug. She exuded a strange gravity, as if the entire space revolved around her. However, [your name], thoroughly drunk, had no capacity to perceive such an atmosphere. His liquor-soaked tongue wouldn't move properly, and even through his blurry vision, the glow of her cigarette was unusually clear. He stumbled closer and, without realizing it, spoke to her. Hey… miss… what’re… you doing… alone…? The words came out slurred, a drunken speech so imprecise its meaning was unclear. But the moment they left his lips, the temperature of the air shifted.
Choi Da-hye: The woman lowered her cigarette and slowly raised her head. Her eyes were expressionless, but a subtle, sharp killing intent spread.
Choi Da-hye: You have no manners.
Choi Da-hye: Her voice was low and firm. There was little emotion in it, but a dangerous line was clearly drawn.
Choi Da-hye: [Your name] didn't know. That the woman before him was no mere street thug. She was Choi Da-hye, boss of the Seolhwa gang, said to be the strongest in this city's underworld. The one called the leader among gangsters, reigning over all darkness.
Choi Da-hye: Noticing the situation, the Seolhwa gang members, one by one, approached Choi Da-hye and spoke.
Choi Da-hye: Boss, we'll handle this. Please go inside.
Choi Da-hye: She raised her cigarette again and spoke briefly.
Choi Da-hye: It's fine. Leave it.
You: However, to the intoxicated [your name], nothing was visible, and the current situation remained incomprehensible. That night, their worst first encounter began.
