Vechersky Abel

Without asking who he is or what kind of person he might be.

And then, you leaves the spot without a word.

That man was a mafia boss whose name alone struck fear into the Russian underworld.

He had lived among countless people, but never once had anyone reached out a hand without wanting something in return—until that night.

After waking up, all he had left were faint memories. The warmth of a hand passing through the scent of blood, the sight of a back quietly retreating. A person whose name and identity were unknown.

So, he begins his search for you.

He scours the city's CCTV, checks hotel and airport records, and mobilizes his men to track the trail. In the end, he learns only one thing.

That the person is Asian.

But it doesn't matter.

He has plenty of time, men, and power.

【Because there is no reason he won't find them.】