Fang turn off all the lights and lye on sofa,
"What a mess, No way i can handle these thing!"
Moments of silence
"Isn't i just sent them money for expenses, this would surely give her some more days of life"
Moments of silence
"No! i am not gonna destroy another family"
Fang won't able to sleep all night - so many thoughts keep popping up in his mind without a pause
A small strip up of light fall on his eyes through the window
"It so early to be morning"
He stood up stretch up his hand -
"What's the time !"
he look at the wall watch
"Ah, yesterday i change the all clock time - i forget about it"
Fang unlock his phone -
"6:10 AM"
He corrected all wall-watch times.
The house was silent.
Too silent.
Fang hated silence.
In his previous life, silence usually meant someone was waiting to kill him.
He glanced toward the bedroom door.
"...Troublesome women."
The moment he thought about Seo Yuna trembling from just seeing him, irritation rose inside him again.
He had already treated Noah.
Cooked food.
Applied plaster.
Cleaned the house.
Yet the woman looked at him like he would kill them at any moment.
Tch.
"Not my problem."
Fang walked toward the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
Empty.
Just a few eggs, leftover kimchi, and half a bottle of water.
He closed it with a blank expression.
"This family was surviving like beggars."
Even the underground assassins under him used to eat better.
Fang leaned against the kitchen counter while folding his arms.
His mind kept replaying last night's scene.
Seo Yuna grabbing her head.
Her body shaking.
That terrified look in her eyes.
"...PTSD."
Fang clicked his tongue.
He knew that illness too well.
People think wounds heal with time.
Bullshit.
Some wounds rot forever.
Suddenly—
Creak.
The bedroom door opened slightly.
A small head peeked outside.
Noah.
The little girl immediately froze after seeing Fang standing in the kitchen.
Her small fingers tightly held the edge of the door.
Fang looked at her calmly.
"What?"
Noah got scared and almost hid again.
Fang sighed.
"If you're hungry then come out. Standing there like a ghost won't fill your stomach."
Noah blinked twice before slowly walking out.
Her tiny steps were extremely careful.
Like she was approaching a wild animal.
Fang found it annoying.
Yet strangely familiar.
That cautious look...
He used to have the same expression when living on the streets as a child.
Fang turned away and started cooking.
After ten minutes, the smell of egg soup slowly spread through the apartment.
Noah sat quietly at the corner of the table while secretly staring at him.
Fang suddenly spoke without looking back.
"Why are you staring?"
"I-I wasn't..."
"Liar."
Noah instantly lowered her head.
Fang placed a bowl in front of her.
"Eat."
Noah carefully looked inside the bowl.
Steam slowly rose upward.
Her stomach growled softly.
She hesitated for several seconds before finally taking a small bite.
The next moment her eyes widened slightly.
Fang sat opposite her and drank water silently.
Noah secretly looked at him again.
"Dad..."
"Hm?"
"Did someone hit your head yesterday?"
Fang almost spit the water out.
"...What kind of question is that?"
"Because mom says bad people don't change."
Fang stared at the little girl.
Children truly said dangerous things naturally.
He leaned back against the chair.
"Your mom talks too much."
Noah quickly covered her mouth.
"Don't tell mom I said that!"
Fang snorted faintly.
At that moment—
Creak.
The bedroom door opened wider.
Seo Yuna slowly stepped outside while holding the wall for support.
The moment her eyes landed on Fang—
Her body stiffened.
The peaceful atmosphere instantly disappeared.
Noah nervously looked between them.
Fang noticed Seo Yuna's breathing becoming unstable again.
Her fingers were trembling slightly.
She was trying hard not to panic.
Fang found it irritating.
"I didn't kill anyone this morning. Relax."
Seo Yuna's expression immediately turned ugly.
"You think joking about that is funny?"
"I wasn't joking."
Silence.
Noah quietly lowered her head and continued eating.
Seo Yuna slowly limped toward the table while maintaining distance from Fang.
Even pulling the chair sounded cautious.
Fang placed another bowl in front of her.
Seo Yuna stared at it suspiciously.
Fang noticed.
"If I wanted to poison you, you would've died years ago."
Seo Yuna's hand stopped midway.
The room became cold instantly.
Wrong words.
Fang realized it too late.
Seo Yuna's breathing became uneven again.
Her pupils shook violently.
That sentence had triggered her memories.
The countless nights Chung Soo threatened her while drunk.
The bowl slipped slightly from her fingers.
Noah became nervous.
"M-Mom..."
Fang frowned.
"...Annoying."
He stood up and walked away from the table.
Seo Yuna instinctively flinched hard.
But Fang simply grabbed his jacket.
"I'm going outside."
Seo Yuna looked confused.
Fang glanced toward her coldly.
"Stop looking at me like I'll jump on you every second. It's irritating."
Then he left the apartment.
Bang.
The door closed.
Only then did Seo Yuna finally breathe properly again.
Her entire back was covered in cold sweat.
Noah carefully tugged her sleeve.
"Mom..."
Seo Yuna looked down.
"D-Do you think dad is acting weird?"
Seo Yuna immediately frowned.
"Don't lower your guard."
"But he cooked food..."
"He also beat us before."
Noah became quiet.
Seo Yuna looked toward the closed door with complicated emotions.
Something truly felt wrong with Chung Soo.
His eyes.
His way of talking.
Even the pressure around him felt different.
Before, Chung Soo felt like a filthy drunk animal.
Now...
Now he felt dangerous in another way.
Like a man constantly suppressing violence.
That scared her even more.
Meanwhile—
Fang walked through the streets with both hands in his pockets.
Cold morning wind brushed against his face.
The city was already busy.
Workers.
Students.
Cars.
Vendors.
Everything felt noisy.
Fang hated noisy places too.
"...Modern life is troublesome."
He searched through Chung Soo's memories while walking.
No useful skills.
No savings.
Only debt and alcohol.
"What a useless bastard."
Buzz. Buzz.
His phone vibrated.
A name appeared on the screen.
Charls Kim
Fang answered immediately.
"What."
"Yah Chung Soo! Are you ignoring my calls now?!"
The loud angry voice made Fang pull the phone slightly away.
"Your debt payment was yesterday!"
"I know."
"Then where's my money?!"
"I don't have any."
Silence.
Then furious shouting exploded again.
"You bastard! Do you think we're running charity here?!"
Fang stopped walking.
His eyes turned colder.
In his previous life, nobody dared to shout at him like this.
"Lower your voice."
The cold tone instantly made the other side pause.
"...What?"
"I said lower your voice. My ears hurt."
Charls Kim became furious again.
"You crazy drunk! Listen carefully—"
Click.
Fang cut the call.
"...Noisy dog."
A few seconds later, another call came.
Fang rejected it again.
Then switched off the phone completely.
Peace.
Much better.
As Fang continued walking, he suddenly noticed several part-time job posters outside a convenience store.
He stared at them for a moment.
"Part-time worker needed."
"Night shift."
"Heavy lifting preferred."
Fang entered the store.
A middle-aged owner looked up lazily.
"We're not hiring anymore."
Fang glanced at the sign.
"Then remove the paper."
The owner frowned slightly.
"...You got experience?"
"No."
"Can you work night shift?"
"Yes."
"Can you fight?"
Fang looked at him strangely.
"What kind of interview is this?"
The owner sighed.
"Last week some drunkards caused trouble at night. My previous worker got beaten badly."
Fang's expression remained calm.
"I won't get beaten."
The owner laughed slightly.
"Confident huh?"
At that moment—
Crash!!
A loud sound suddenly came from outside the store.
Three young gangsters were harassing an old street vendor nearby.
One of them kicked over the old man's cart.
The vegetables scattered everywhere.
People watched silently from distance.
Nobody interfered.
The convenience store owner sighed again.
"See? Those bastards come here every few days."
Fang stared outside emotionlessly.
One gangster grabbed the old man's collar aggressively.
"You old trash! Pay protection money first before selling here!"
The old man begged desperately.
"P-Please... I barely earned anything today..."
The gangster raised his hand again.
Then—
Fang started walking toward the exit.
The owner looked confused.
"Yah where are you going?"
Fang cracked his neck lightly.
"...Job interview."
The convenience store owner slowly walked toward Fang after the gangsters left.
His eyes still carried disbelief.
"...You really aren't normal."
Fang glanced at him.
"You hiring or not?"
The owner immediately nodded.
"Hired."
Fang frowned slightly.
"That easy?"
The owner laughed nervously.
"Brother, anyone who can scare away Black Viper punks before breakfast can definitely handle night shift."
Fang did not care much about the praise.
"Salary."
"Daily payment."
"Food included?"
"...Yes."
"I'll start today."
The owner stared at Fang for a moment before speaking carefully.
"One more thing."
"Hm?"
"Those guys won't let this go."
Fang looked toward the road where the gangsters disappeared.
His expression remained calm.
"They're weak."
The owner became speechless.
Weak?
Those local thugs terrorized the entire area.
Yet this man called them weak with a straight face.
Just then—
Fang's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Across the road, a black car was parked silently.
Inside the tinted window, someone was watching him.
The feeling lasted only for a second.
Then the car slowly drove away.
Fang kept staring at it.
Cold eyes.
Sharp instincts.
That presence...
Not ordinary street trash.
The convenience owner noticed his expression.
"What happened?"
Fang looked away.
"Nothing."
But inside his mind—
His assassin instincts were screaming.
Someone dangerous had just noticed him.