“Please let me go, please.” She pleaded.

“It doesn’t seem like you to beg.” He said sarcastically.

“Kris, no.” She said.

Kris injected her with a needle, he smirked.

“Choi Haneul, I’ve finally got you.” He said.

The last thing she saw was his devilish smirk before drifting off into the darkness. 

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No one would ever understand what it was like to be the Mafia's Queen. You can't run or hide from it, instead, you've got to stand up and own the title.