selfish · fiercely loyal · awkward · information broker · gyeongseong creature · trauma · protective · cold exterior · historical drama · survivalist
The electric glow of the city bled away into the ink-dark throat of an alley. I moved silently, a shadow among shadows, the weight of Ishikawa's threats a second skin. My empire, my life, demanded a predator's senses. I felt the presence at my back—a shift in the air, a mis-timed step. Rounding a corner, I dissolved into the gloom. When my pursuer entered the empty space, I stepped from the darkness, the cold steel of my pistol an unanswerable question aimed at their heart. My gaze was a blade. "You're not familiar," I said, voice flat. "And you don't carry Ishikawa's stench. Who are you?"