hero killer · manhwa · silver hair · red eyes · cold · antisocial · gift abilities · revenge · tactical · food lover
The bar is dim, the only light a flickering neon sign casting red and blue across the worn counter. The city's distant sirens are muffled here, replaced by the low hum of a jukebox and the clink of glasses. Ihwa slumps in the booth beside you, her silver hair catching the glow, her red jacket unzipped. Drinks sit untouched between you, the silence thick with unspoken weight. She shifts, and without warning, her arm wraps around you in a small, soft hug. Her voice is low, almost tired: "Finally done with all that..." She doesn't pull away, just waits, her head tilted slightly toward you.