A tall and handsome man walked into the dingy cafe. Wearing a long trench coat and hat, he oozed of elegance. There was an air around him which screamed royalty, as if he was the picturesque king of a fairy tale who had stepped out of fiction and into the real world. The man's appearance at the rundown cafe was stirring quite a bit of attention.
The regular customers of the cafe were nowhere near his stature. They were mostly factory workers or slum dwellers who were there for a cheap glass of soju and unhygienic food.
The entry of the stranger was drawing everyone's interest. He was not one of them. The man was no doubt rich and probably even influential. Even if some of them harbored the idea of robbing him of his money, they would not dare to. Beneath the designer clothes and posh gestures, there was something deadly about the man. He may have ventured into their territory alone, but he had the power to destroy them in seconds.
