Lilac perched herself on the edge of her bed, taking a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of events that had transformed her life in the past few days. Looking back, she was amazed at how much had changed in such a short period of time. Just a few days ago, her life had been routine and predictable, but now it felt like she was caught up in an unending storm of chaos and adventure.

As she took a deep breath, she tried to grapple with the magnitude of the change. It seemed like everything that had been familiar and comfortable had been whisked away, leaving her struggling to find her footing.

Lilac found herself questioning her decision to accept money from the city's mobster. She had been desperate for a way out of her financial problems, and the mobster's offer had seemed like a lifeline. But now, as she sat alone in her room, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a deal with the devil.

The implications of accepting such a risky payment were beginning to sink in, and she found herself feeling more and more uneasy. She wondered if she had made the right choice, or if she was now in over her head.

Lilac shut her eyes, and memories of the moment she had taken the money from the mobster began to play out in her mind like a movie on a screen. She remembered the cold, hard cash he had thrust into her trembling hand, and the way the agreement had slid across the desk towards her.

She could practically see the words of the agreement, as if they were burned into her mind. The terms had been clear and uncompromising, but at the time, she had been too desperate to think clearly.

Lilac felt a pang of regret as she recalled the way she had blindly signed the agreement, without fully considering the consequences. She had been so focused on her immediate needs that she had failed to see the bigger picture.

She felt a sense of foreboding as she remembered the look in the mobster's eyes as he had watched her sign the agreement. There was something cold and calculating about him, something that made her skin crawl.

Her regret quickly gave way to a feeling of resignation as she remembered why she had been so desperate for money to begin with. She had been drowning in debt, struggling to make ends meet, and had nowhere else to turn for help.

The mobster's offer had seemed like a lifeline in a sea of despair. She had been willing to do whatever it took to get herself out of the hole she had found herself in.

She took a deep breath and tried to shake off the sense of dread that was building within her. She knew that she had been backed into a corner, and there had been no other choice. She had signed the agreement because she had needed the money, and had nowhere else to turn.

As she sat in bed, mulling over the turn her life had taken, she had to wonder if things could ever return to normal.

Lilac recalled how she had carefully budgeted the money from the mobster. She had spent half of it to pay her university fees, and she had sent the rest back home to her parents. They had been struggling to pay off a debt to a local loan shark, and she had used the money to help them get out from beneath his thumb.

She remembered feeling a sense of relief as she had sent the money off, knowing that her parents would be able to live free of the crushing weight of debt that had been hanging over them.

For a brief moment, Lilac felt a flicker of hope that things might be looking up for her and her family. She had managed to take care of her fees, and her parents were now free of their debt.

But the sense of relief was short-lived, as the reality of her current predicament set in once more. She knew that she was now in debt to the mobster, and the thought of what he might demand of her in return filled her with dread.

As she sat on the bed, lost in thought, Lilac realized that she couldn't afford to just sit around waiting for the other shoe to drop. She needed to take charge of her situation and start making plans.

 "Now I've got to find a part-time job," she said out loud to herself. "I'll need something that pays well, and won't take too much time away from my studies.”

She knew that it wouldn't be easy to balance a part-time job with her studies and other responsibilities. But she was determined not to let her current predicament destroy her future.

As she stood up from the bed, a sense of determination washed over her. She knew that she was in for a tough ride, but she was ready to face the challenges head-on.

Lilac's determination gave way to a sense of unease as she remembered the terms of the contract she had signed. She had a whole year to come up with a million won, plus interest, in order to pay off her debt to the mobster.

She felt a pang of dread as she realized how much work that would be. She would have to find a job, keep up with her studies, and somehow manage to come up with a million won, all in the span of a year. It seemed like an impossible task.

As she sat on her bed, feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of her task, Lilac couldn't help but wonder how on earth she was going to manage it all. She had never been great at managing her finances, and the added pressure of dealing with a mobster was nearly too much to handle.

She wondered if she could even accomplish such a feat, or if she was doomed to fail. The thought filled her with anxiety and fear, but she knew that she had to try. 

Lilac was on her way to the bathroom to take a shower when her heart skipped a beat as she saw the notification on her phone screen: Unknown number.

She unlocked her phone and opened the message, her heart racing with a mixture of curiosity and fear. She knew it could be just a spam message from a telemarketer, but something told her it was something else.

Ding A second notification appeared on her phone: New message from Unknown number.

Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words on the screen. "Good night, my little rose. Sleep well." It sounded almost like a gentle lover wishing her goodnight, but she knew the truth. Lilac felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the message. She immediately recognized the name of the sender: Jeon Jungkook.

She knew that Jungkook was the mobster who now held her future in his hands. And the pet name he had given her made her skin crawl.

Lilac shuddered as she stared at the message on her phone screen. She couldn't believe that he had gotten her number, and it was unsettling to receive a personalized message from the mobster who now held her fate in his hands.

She felt vulnerable and powerless in this situation, and the pet name he had given her only added to her sense of helplessness. She decided that she needed to respond, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his message had affected her.

She pondered over what to write, her mind whirling with conflicting emotions. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, to stop toying with her like a toy, but she also knew that she couldn't anger him. He held too much power over her at the moment, and she didn't want to risk making things worse.

Finally, she decided to keep her response simple and to the point. "How did you get my number?" she typed, hitting send with a shaking hand.

She waited nervously for his reply, her heart pounding in her chest. She could only imagine how he would react to her message. Would he be angry? Would he mock her? She didn't know, and that only added to her anxiety.

As she stared at her phone, waiting for a response, she couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness and powerlessness. She had signed a contract with the devil, and now she was paying the price.

Ding Another notification from Unknown Number.

Lilac's heart skipped a beat as she heard the sound of the incoming message. She picked up her phone and opened the message, bracing herself for whatever he had written.

"I have my ways," he had replied simply.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she read his reply. It was a casual and dismissive response, but it held a hint of menace that was impossible to ignore. The implication of his words was clear: he was not someone to be trifled with, and he had resources and means beyond her understanding or control.

She set her phone back down on the bed, her mind racing with a mixture of fear and anger. The thought of him having access to her personal information made her feel like she was being stalked and watched at all times.

Lilac's heart sank as she read the message on her screen. She couldn't believe that he had messaged her again, using the same condescending pet name as before. She felt a pang of anger and frustration as she stared at the words on the screen. Sleep well, my little rose. It was a message dripping with condescension and domination, as if he thought he could just summon her to his side with a few words. She felt a surge of anger and helplessness rise up within her. He was treating her like a toy, something to be played with and discarded at his leisure.

The message from the mobster had pushed Lilac over the edge. She could no longer keep her emotions contained, and her frustration burst forth in a rush of anger and fear. Frustration and anger boiled within Lilac as she threw her phone onto the bed. She couldn't stand the demeaning and condescending messages from the mobster any longer. Without thinking, she turned her phone off, the cold black screen acting as a mirror to the emptiness and despair that consumed her. Her emotions reached a breaking point, and a guttural scream tore through her throat, a primal release of built-up anger and helplessness.

Lilac felt her frustration reach its boiling point. She could no longer contain the swirling vortex of emotions within her. In that moment, she needed an outlet, a release from the mental and emotional anguish that was tearing her apart.

Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the effort. A primal scream of frustration, anger, and fear burst from her throat, echoing through the empty room. It was as if she was pouring all her negative emotions out in that one guttural scream.

As the echo of her scream faded away, Lilac sagged onto the bed, weak and exhausted. Her body trembled from the intensity of her emotional outburst. But despite the physical and mental fatigue, there was also a sense of release, a slight easing of the burden of frustration and fear that had weighed her down.

As the last remnants of her emotional outburst subsided, Lilac was reminded of the debt she owed to the mobster. The thought of the million won plus interest that she owed him was like a heavy weight hanging over her head.

She knew that she needed to start making money as soon as possible to pay off her debt. And in order to do that, she needed a part-time job. But finding work would be no easy feat, and the thought of having to balance work with her studies added a new layer of stress to her already mounting worries.

She sat on her bed, her mind spinning with thoughts of her debt, her studies, and finding a job. The pressure was starting to wear her down, and she felt overwhelmed by the magnitude of her situation.

But she also knew that she couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. She needed to take action, to find a way out of this mess. She made a mental note to start searching for part-time jobs as soon as possible, before the debt crushed her like a tidal wave.

Lilac sat on her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the debt she owed the mobster and the weight of her mounting worries. She knew that she had to find a way to take control of her situation, and the first step was finding a job.

"I need to find a job as soon as possible," she thought to herself, her voice echoing in her head like a mantra. "The sooner I start earning, the sooner I can pay off my debt and put this nightmare behind me."