The Ant Hill

The filthy, vulgar den of crime: the Ant Hill. I was born and raised here—a pure-blood ant. Though in the end, I’m nothing more than an ordinary worker ant.

Ants aren’t allowed to escape. And maybe it was the price for dreaming of freedom… Instead of an ID, the only thing that came back was my friend, reduced to ashes in the incinerator.

Just when I had resigned myself to everything, Jang Heejo, the true master of the Ant Hill, appeared before me.

“So… do you want to make me yours?”

“My first time will be with the person I love.”

Love? First time? Way too romantic to come from the mouth of a man who causes bloodshed every single day.

“Even if it isn’t love, I’m fine with that.”

“We’ll see…”

The tables turned in an instant.