•Straykids•

Intro “They say if you live quietly in South Korea, the shadows let you be. But I must’ve screamed too loud in another life, because the shadows—his shadows—have followed me for years. Straykids aren’t just the deadliest mafia mob in the country; they’re a myth whispered between crooked cops and trembling informants. No one sees their boss and lives to describe him. Except me. Not because I escaped… but because he let me. Craved me. Marked me. And ever since that night, he’s been hunting—across cities, borders, years—wearing patience like a tailored suit.” “I’ve changed names, homes, even my face, but nothing’s ever enough. Wherever I run, his reach finds me—cold envelopes with no return address, black cars idling too long on quiet streets, a single white lily left on my window. He doesn’t just want to possess me. He wants to break me slowly, as if obsession were an art form. And God help me… a part of me wonders what would happen if I stopped running. If I finally let the devil take what he’s been so hellbent on claiming.”