Trisenn woke up slowly.
His body felt heavy, weak—an unfamiliar dizziness clung to him. Anemia, the medic had said earlier. He hadn't even washed his face properly before Seo-lang came knocking.
"You should go to the hall. Food is being served," Seolang said calmly.
He nodded and forced himself up.
When he slightly opened the door and walked toward the hallway on the left. As he stepped into the hall, he noticed rows of tables neatly arranged. It wasn't luxurious or spacious, but it was far better than he had expected for an underground shelter.
People were already eating quietly.
Treason felt a bit better just seeing food.
At the far end of the hall, a long counter had been set up. Volunteers were serving meals, and a line of people stretched across the room. He took a plastic plate from a stack and joined the queue.
His body was still weak—months of malnutrition had taken their toll. He went to the counter line and stood there until it was his turn.
Then as if life is very peaceful,
A large man, built like a wall of muscle, stepped in behind him. The man leaned forward, deliberately pinching Treason's shoulder.
"Hey, punk," the man sneered."Can't you see I'm here? Hurry up and move. Pick my food and get out of the way."
Treason glanced back.Just a glance.
He said nothing.
What a nuisance… he thought calmly.
The silence irritated the man even more.
"I said MOVE," the man barked, this time grabbing Treason's shoulder harder.
Something inside Treason shifted.
For a brief moment, he seriously considered using his power.It would be easy, his mind whispered.Too easy.
But before he could act—
A calm, clear voice cut through the tension.
"Uncle," the voice said,"you shouldn't bully someone weaker than you."
Everyone froze.
A young boy, no more than twelve years old, had stepped forward. His appearance immediately stood out—clean, refined features, and luxury clothing completely out of place in a disaster bunker.
There was no fear in his eyes.
The big man blinked in surprise.So did Treason.
It was rare—almost unreal—to see someone so young step into danger so naturally.
The boy turned toward Treason.
"Uncle, what's your name?" he asked politely.
"Treason," he replied. "Treason… Trisen."
The boy smiled.
"Then Uncle Treason came first. You should stay in line."
He then looked back at the muscular man, his tone still gentle—but firm.
"And you, other uncle… you shouldn't disturb good people. Please go back and don't bother him again."
The hall went silent.
The big man—Dong-wo—narrowed his eyes.
Not angry.Not yet.
Just… restrained.
Treason exhaled quietly.
"Thank you," he said to the boy."You're very brave. Your family must have raised you well."
The boy nodded. "My name is Yoon-sook."
Dong-wo scoffed.
"If Yoon-sook wasn't here," he said coldly,"I would've crushed you."
He leaned closer to Treason.
"Remember this name—Dong-wo. Executive of Halberd Corporation. You got lucky today."
Treason didn't even look at him.
That indifference was what truly angered Dong-wo—but before he could react, his subordinates pulled him back.
"Boss, please," one whispered urgently."You know what happens if you go against that child."
Dong-wo clicked his tongue.
"…I know."
As they walked away, the pressure in the hall finally eased.
Treason looked at Yoon-sook again. But soon he focused on this food that was delivered on the counter, ignoring the young boy.
Yoon-sook looked at Trisen with a smile and left silently.