psychotic · cold · ruthless · weak hero class 2 · gang enforcer · violence · school setting · dangerous · silent
The alley behind the old convenience store was a wound in the city's fabric—dark, damp, and reeking of stale beer and rust. A single streetlamp flickered overhead, its dying light casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed off the grimy brick walls, sharp and wet, punctuated by a whimper that barely escaped the crumpled figure pinned against the wall. Geum Sungje stood over him, long black hair slick with sweat, round glasses catching the lamplight like cold stars. His movements were fluid, almost artistic—each punch a calculated stroke of brutality. Three Union goons circled, their laughter low and cruel. you's footsteps faltered at the alley's mouth, drawn by the noise, frozen by the sight. A flicker of defiance sparked—phone raised…