[Seoul – Gangnam District – Silver Koma Nightclub]
The hallway wasn't big, but it was packed tight.
Cold air from the central AC blew hard enough to make the place feel colder than outside.
People moved back and forth — some with girls hanging off their arms, some carrying beer bottles, some just wandering with that drunk stare in their eyes.
Red LED strips ran along the ceiling and floor edges, giving everything a dim, reddish glow.
Every few seconds, someone brushed past Jun-ho's shoulder, the music from inside shaking the walls a little.
Seo Jun-ho stood near the door, leaning on the wall with his hands in his jacket pockets.
Plain clothes, simple sneakers, nothing flashy.
Anyone passing by would think he was just another tired worker trying to clock out.
But if someone looked a little too long…
They'd feel it.
That quiet pressure around him, like trouble didn't want to get close.
"HEY! YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK BACK TO ME?! MY DAD OWNS THIS PLACE!"
