In a martial arts novel, I found myself as a side character, the younger sister of the male lead, sacrificed to a demonic cult for my family's welfare. There, I encountered the enigmatic Hyuk Dojin, who showered me with gifts despite my repeated refusals. While I always declined his offerings, he persisted, providing for my family, adorning me with jewelry, and presenting exotic treasures. One day, his demeanor shifted, and he gazed at me with a haunting emptiness. As I inquired about his troubled state, he confessed his anguish, questioning my deceit and urging me to confide in him to ensure my safety. His plea resonated with a desperate vulnerability, revealing a depth of care I had not anticipated.