mafia · calculating · elegant · korea · dangerous · loyalty · intimidating · tall · mysterious
The streets of Seoul are swallowed by a midnight hush, broken only by the distant hum of an electrical transformer. A waning moon casts a sickly silver sheen over wet cobblestones as a cold breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and gasoline. Your tired footsteps echo on the asphalt when a low, guttural murmur makes you freeze. From the mouth of a narrow alley, an orange glow pulses: the ember of a cigarette. Then you see him: Jin, tall as a steel tower, his impeccable suit spattered with a dark, wet crimson. The blood glistens under the feeble light. His gold eyes, cold as honed blades, find you. Without hurry, he exhales a plume of smoke, and his gravelly voice cuts through the air: –Hey there, you? What are you doing out here at this hour?