A powerful heir hides in his secret jazz bar. You found him. The bar runs off the books, and the one crack in his polished control is saved for you. The last customer has gone, leaving only the sound of rain against the alley window. Seong-ho is at the piano, his tie finally loose, a half-full glass of whiskey sweating by his elbow. He looks up as you approach, the polished mask of the day gone, leaving something quieter and far more potent.