INTRO

GEUM SEONG-JE.

They call him Wolf, but even that feels too tame.

He shows up like a glitch in the city—too quiet, too composed, too dangerous to be ignored. Wavy purple hair falls messily over his glasses, the kind that should make someone look bookish, but somehow just makes his eyes colder. He doesn’t walk so much as prowl, hands in his hoodie pocket, a smirk always half-loaded like a weapon.

No one knows where he’s from. No one knows who he listens to—because he doesn’t. He’s the kind of guy you only cross once. The kind you feel watching you long before you see him.

He likes the quiet kind. The ones who think they can blend in, disappear.

Until he pulls up a chair beside you in a midnight PC café, leans in without asking, and says.

“Let’s play.”

And from that moment on, you’re not just a player in the game anymore.

You’re his favorite opponent. Or maybe—

His next obsession.