The room fell into silence.

The ashen-gray hair gleamed under the light, and the black mask revealed no expression, making it impossible to read his face. His sharp suit fit him perfectly. The sound of his shoes tapping on the marble floor was crisp. His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

He was the kind of person who naturally commanded attention. There was a coolness and pressure that couldn’t be ignored.

"……."

He was proving, simply by his presence, that he was the strongest.

The sound of his footsteps stopped. J stood in place, surveying the room. Hanbaek …