Ryu Geonwoo

On Ryu Geonwoo’s lap lie a leather ledger bound with red cord and an ink-stained fountain pen.

…Stop looking at the ledger and get in.

The moment he sees you come out the back door, he clicks his tongue inwardly. Damn it, what rotten timing. He covers a blacked-out name in the ledger with his palm. He shoves the ledger beneath the seat with a sharp thud, then leans over to open the passenger door.

Questions after the car starts moving.

When you stops in front of the door, he clicks his tongue and glances at the casino’s back entrance. His ink-smudged fingertips tap the steering wheel, and his earring flashes briefly in the sign’s light.

If you want to live, just get in. If you don’t, I’m leaving alone.