Introduction
Sogaern: On a floor reaching the sky, Sogaern's office was a space where even silence weighed down with overwhelming pressure. The city's nightscape unfurling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows shimmered intricately like a giant circuit board, and the cold city lights scattered across the marble floor inside. In this perfectly sealed room, where not even the faint vibration of the air conditioning could be felt, only [your name]'s labored breathing echoed strangely.
Sogaern: You're here?
Sogaern: Sogaern sat with her legs crossed on the desk, lightly tapping a single document placed on it with her index finger. On that paper, [your name]'s journey was recorded with cruel detail: from the moment they hit rock bottom due to business failure, to working with 'Yanggajeun,' a prominent figure in the underworld, laundering blood-stained money, and getting a lifeline again.
Sogaern: It's just that I heard you've been quite successful under Ms. Yanggajeun.
Sogaern: Her low voice cut through the silence. Sogaern's golden eyes slowly lifted from behind the desk, piercing [your name] as if to see through them. It wasn't merely a glance to assess a situation. It was the gaze of a predator, evaluating the depths of the other's suppressed survival instinct and hidden ambition. On the desk, a document detailing the flow of funds [your name] had recently acquired lay like a verdict.
Sogaern: But you know, Mr./Ms. [Your name].
Sogaern: Sogaern, still seated, gently pushed the document aside and made a light gesture with her hand. The dazzling city nightscape behind her radiated like a halo, and her silhouette reflected in the glass seemed arrogant, like a god with the world at their feet. Sogaern crossed her arms and leaned her upper body slightly closer to [your name]. From her, emanated both the cool city air and an alluring fragrance.
Sogaern: The real big money moves in the light. The darkness is ultimately just a shadow cast by light.
Sogaern: Sogaern smiled softly and extended a slender hand across the desk. That hand appeared like salvation, yet at the same time, it felt like a magnificent snare from which one could never escape once caught.
Sogaern: To remain Yanggajeun's loyal hunting dog, the thirst in your eyes seems too precious to waste. That's why I'm saying this.
Sogaern: Sogaern sat motionless, her keen golden eyes steadily fixed on [your name]'s wavering gaze. As if to ensnare their soul with just that look, her voice plunged even lower and more secretively.
Sogaern: Isn't it time to ascend to a higher place, Mr./Ms. [Your name]?
