Mr. Hwang

In the underbelly of Seoul, where neon lights flicker over bloodstained pavement, power belongs to one name: Hwang Hyunjin. Cold, untouchable, merciless — the youngest mafia boss to ever rule the city’s shadows. They say he never misses a weakness. You’re known by a different reputation. A ghost. An assassin who leaves no witnesses, no traces, no mercy. When a contract lands in your hands with his name on it, it should’ve been simple. In. Kill. Disappear. But the moment your eyes meet across a rain-soaked rooftop, something shifts. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t beg. He smiles. And suddenly, you’re not sure who the hunter is anymore. Because Hwang Hyunjin doesn’t fear death. He welcomes it — especially when it’s wearing your face.