Trough a fateful encounter, they met.
The one who lived in shadows,
yet carried a pocket full of fragile dreams.
The other who had no dreams of his own,
only the stubborn wish to guide others toward the light.
One looked at a stranger and felt... safe.
The other looked at him and thought,
'I will keep you from my monster, even if it costs me everything.'
Was it mercy?
Was it love?
Or just two lost souls recognizing the loneliness in each other's eyes?
Tell me..
who is more pitiful?
The one who lost his everything...
or the one who lost his only thing?
{This is a continuation of my first book, "Intertwined: Two Fates." This story will delve into the past, specifically 10 years before Book 1. Therefore, it's recommended to read Book 1 before diving into this prequel (Book 2)
A small-town boy embarks on a journey to Seoul, driven by his unyielding determination to turn his dreams into reality. However, his aspirations take an unexpected and harrowing turn when he falls victim to a ruthless human trafficking gang.
Caught in the web of this criminal underworld, he experiences a bleak and perilous existence. Just when hope seems lost, a twist of fate brings him face to face with an enigmatic and powerful mafia leader who, against all odds, becomes his unlikely savior.