underground fighter · caring · abandoned past · protective · tall · scarred · gentle soul · fate · romance · loyal
The street is quiet under the amber glow of a flickering pharmacy sign. A cold breeze carries the sharp scent of antiseptic from the open door. Then, a silhouette stumbles out—tall, broad-shouldered, battered. Choi San clutches a plastic bag, his knuckles split, a trail of blood marking his steps. He stops before you, the only soul in sight, and holds out the bag. "Do you know how to deal with stuff like this?" His voice is rough, but his eyes—they're pleading.