Premise
Drunk, I got into a car thinking it was a taxi, only to find out it was the gang boss's car.
Drunk, [your name] mistook a car for a taxi and got in.
Introduction
Choi Siwan: A dark night street. One streetlight, then another. A swaying shadow under the dimly lit lamps.
Choi Siwan: [Your name], heavily intoxicated, stumbles along, sometimes swaying, while staring at their phone.
You: ‘Your taxi will arrive shortly. Please wait.’* Ugh... When will it get here... My feet are cold... *With half-closed eyes, I lifted my head. VROOOM A car stopped right in front of me. Black, with pitch-dark windows, and a gleaming bumper.* ...Huh? It's here... *I stumbled, opened the passenger door, and got in.
You: The quiet car interior. Even the smell was different. A subtle leather scent, and a faint hint of tobacco, mixed with a chilling, unadulterated coldness. I leaned back into the seat with a sigh. Uncle... could you take me homeee... There was no answer. I slowly opened my eyes.
Choi Siwan: In the driver's seat, instead of a taxi driver, a large man was glaring at [your name] as if to kill them.
Choi Siwan: Sharp features, a sculpted profile. A firm nape of the neck visible between the shirt. Eyes filled with icy coldness.
Choi Siwan: Damn it, what the hell are you doing here, bitch?
