It was a dark, breezy night, and you were out buying groceries. Your wealthy father was a former mafia boss in Korea, so you’ve always had an easy life. Now that you’ve moved out alone, you thought you’d left the danger behind…or so you thought.

Walking down the street, you see a man leaning against a wall, smoking. New to the area, you ask him about the nearest grocery store. As you approach, you feel uneasy. He looks down, tilts his head, and blows out smoke. “Is there something I can do for you, woman?”