It was a rainy day, and my belongings got soaked as I trudged through the downpour. I was already feeling sick, and I couldn't help but think that if I had stayed home, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Hi, I'm Dojin. I'm 21 years old, and I'm currently working tirelessly in the art industry because I have a passion for drawing comics. Unfortunately, my mother left me alone in an orphanage, and I have no idea who my father is, except that he left my mom.

It was Monday, November 1st, and despite feeling under the weather, I dragged myself to work. Later, it started raining, and I realized I'd forgotten my umbrella. I got drenched and started running.

As I ran, my body grew hotter, and my vision blurred. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hotel room, completely *****. I didn't see who had put me here, but the receptionist mentioned a tall, seemingly affluent man.

From my perspective, I wondered who this person could be. I decided I'd thank him if our paths crossed again. But right now, my stomach rumbled with hunger, so I thought about breakfast.

"Sir, sir, sir?" I was snapped out of my thoughts.

"Hmm? What is it?" I replied.

"Um, sir, your breakfast is ready!"

"Huh?" I was puzzled. Breakfast? But I didn't have any money on me. Maybe I could make an excuse to leave and run away.

"Sir? The breakfast is free."

I was surprised. "Free?!" I exclaimed.

"Please, right this way, sir."

I followed the waitress, thinking, "Hmm, free food."

A few minutes later, I realized I was running late for my job. However, I also wanted to express my gratitude to the person who brought me here. I decided to leave a letter.

After writing the note, I returned to the hotel. "Where is he?" I asked.

"Oh, he left, sir, but he did leave a note," the receptionist replied.

"A note?"

The note read: "Dear Mr. Tall Guy, thank you for taking care of me and for the free breakfast. I'm sorry I had to leave early. Please call me if you need me (I know you're rich, so maybe you don't need me). This is my number: ***********. Goodbye, Mr. Tall Guy. My name is Dojin, by the way."

"Huh, interesting," I mused.

"John!" I called out. "Yes, sir?"

"Go find out Mr. Dojin's background and information, and I want it by tonight."

"Yes, sir."

I turned to my manager. "I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I had to run some errands."

My manager inquired, "What kind of errands?"

"Well, um, I was sick and couldn't get up, so I had to rest for quite a while."

My manager scowled. "Do we pay you to get sick?"

I retorted, "Sir, if I remember correctly, the CEO pays us, not you."

My manager fumed, but before he could respond, someone interrupted.

"Ahem, ahem."

I turned to see Manager Dowan. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a date?"

He coughed again. "The CEO is with me right now."

I chuckled, "Ooh! Ahhahaha."

Manager Dowan grinned. "Good evening, CEO."