Darkness had settled over Seong-ho Kim's house in Seongbuk-dong, and a man with a huge frame was pacing in front of it.

He held a box wrapped in a cloth bundle, and with an anxiousness that didn't suit his size, he kept glancing down the alley.

After some time had passed, a car carrying Seong-ho Kim appeared before him.

"Sir."

The car, easing slowly toward the house, spotted the unidentified, large-bodied man standing out front and slowed down.

"Someone's standing in front of the house."

Just then the huge man approached Seong-ho's car.

The driver kept his hands on the wheel, waiting for Seong-ho's instructions.

Clunk.

But instead, Seong-ho opened the door and made to get out.

"Sir!"

"It's all right. Thank you for your work today. You should head home."

Startled, the driver tried to stop him, but Seong-ho told him it was fine and stepped out of the car.

For a man like Seong-ho, who had once already died, fear was an emotion that no longer existed.

And so, without the slightest hesitation, he got out of the car and strode straight toward the large man coming toward him.

"President Kim?"

"Yes. I'm Seong-ho Kim. Have you been waiting for me?"

The man peered closely at Seong-ho, hard to make out against the glare of the headlights.

Seong-ho couldn't see the man clearly either.

He waved a hand at the car still idling in place, signaling for the headlights to be turned off, then narrowed his eyes at the man.

"Seung-hyeok Yang?"

The huge man was Seung-hyeok Yang, who had been cash-traded from KF to Ilhyeon.

Seung-hyeok Yang rushed up to Seong-ho and dropped to his knees.

"What are you doing?"

When the enormous Seung-hyeok Yang sank right down onto the ground and bowed his head, a flustered Seong-ho grabbed his arm.

But the man wouldn't budge. Bracing his hands against the ground, he burst into tears as he spoke.

"Thank you. Sir. Thank you so much."

"What is this? Please get up. The ground is cold."

"No, sir. Thanks to your kindness, even the winter ground feels…