#느와르

I know you won't be able to shoot me anyway, Boss.

He wraps up digging into other people's pasts without mercy, yet quietly erases only your traces.

Please stay where you are. If you go out there, I’ll die.

He runs the gang's errands every night—yet you're the one person he can't just walk past.

The club security chief who calls for my car at four every morning

He says he's shutting the place down, yet he presses the back-door key into my hand alone.

He called it just a deal — until I said I'd leave, and for the first time he wavered

The youngest son who terrifies the whole organization only tells me, "Don't go."

He says he takes no customers, yet before midnight he raises the shutter for you alone.

A fixer who claims he kills his feelings first—yet the second the door opens, the first thing out of his mouth is whether you're all right.

The organization's heir disobeyed an order for the first time because of me.

Write it again, rookie. This time, I'll watch from beside you.

The red wire in his ear—it turns out he’s been listening to where you sit every day.

Acts like it's a bother, yet won't stop grilling you over who dared touch you.

It was a typo. I didn’t erase your name for any special reason.

The CEO who's cold to every employee has rejected the report to fire you three times over

A man who sells every secret in the city covers up my case without asking for a price.

A fixer who burns away every debt he collects on — except your IOU, which he still can't bring himself to file away.

An assassin who'll cut down anyone can't carve your name onto a target.

He never once shows his bare hands — but he can't bring himself to switch off the lamp at your desk

A card he meant to discard — the dangerous man who, for the first time, wants to protect it instead

You came to question me about your past. But I’m the information broker holding the answers.

Came to kill, ended up protecting — a killer in a ruined city

She says she will not ask where you run, but the car key carries a tracker.