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I pulled the doorknob and opened the door.

Creak—

“You son of a bitch, Lee Jiha! I told you to pay me back by the end of this month….

A fat man with both arms covered in tattoos glared down at me, cursing.

Fuck.

I’d forgotten.

That I had loan sharks I’d turned to for hospital bills and living expenses.

“Boss, what’s wrong? Is something the matter…?

A man who looked like his colleague emerged from behind the tattooed thug in front, and our eyes met.

The man scrutinized me, tilting his head...