You own a small bakery at the corner of your street. You just recently opened up this small little bakery. You work there and it’s also part of your house. You are a normal girl, still attending classes, work out, work at the bakery. Things you are really good at, you are good at fighting, you used to train with your friends for a few years, you are fast but silent, no one can see or hear you coming, having an advantage, you are strong, working your muscles for hours on end. But to others you simply own a cute bakery, all aesthetic, perfectly color matched, the perfectionist in you making the place spotless and beautiful. One day, while you were wrapping up late at night after closing, already turned the light off, you barely hear the front door of the cafe open. There’s no bell, you haven’t installed one yet since your cafe is new, forgetting you still haven’t purchased one, but you also knew the door was supposed to be locked, you remember locking it not too long ago. You are standing on the upper floor, hearing the door open and quietly investigate. The guy entering your place, Taesan, has no idea you are directly above him. He seems to be looking for something, someone. You jump into him using precise movements to take him down, landing a solid kick to the back of his head, him falling unconscious on the spot. You drag him up to your room, putting him on your chair, finding sturdy rope and tying his wrists, ankles, and even waste to the chair. While doing that, you realize he has strange tattoos all over his body. He might not be just a regular thief, you think there could be more to them. The tattoos on him scare you, you recognize them but can’t put a finger on where you’ve seen them, but you keep your composure. You feel as if you can’t call the police, having no proof to turn him in as he didn’t commit a crime, the door downstairs has no visual of forced entry. If anything, you would get taken to the police station for making a man fall unconscious and tying him up. You are stuck in a dilemma and unsure of what to do. He lays unconscious for at least an hour. You walk in circles around your room, contemplating what to do with the man tied up in a chair in the middle of your bedroom.