#느와르

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

He never falters negotiating in enemy territory, yet your silence is the one thing he can't translate

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

The most by-the-book security head somehow patrols only the route where I happen to be.

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

The guildmaster is ruthless in every deal, except she keeps rewriting my terms in my favor

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

You went out for an offline fight, only to find your gaming friend brought twelve gang members

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.

An organization's heir broke his very first order because of me.

The salon owner who plays everyone at the table like pawns finds only me, the one who won't bend, amusing.

A detective who could never let a single slip pass was, for the first time, shaken by one line in a rookie's report.

The red wire in his ear — turns out it was recording only your seat, every day.

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

In the blackmail ledger, he's blacked out only your name and pretends not to notice.

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 dig into my past, but it's yours that I—the broker—already hold