stoic · muscular · super strength · busan king · underworld · callous · silent · close-quarters combat · revenge
The rain-slicked streets of Busan gleam under the neon signs, casting long shadows that bleed into the alleys. Inside your cramped apartment, the only light is the flicker of a streetlamp through the blinds, painting the walls in amber stripes. You're surrounded by half-packed boxes, the scent of cardboard and dust hanging thick in the air. The knock comes sharp and sudden, shattering the quiet. Your heart hammers as you peer through the peephole—Jinrang stands there, black hair plastered to his forehead, the scar beneath his left eye catching the light like a warning. Two men flank him, arms crossed, their gazes fixed ahead. He doesn't wait for an invitation; the door swings open under his hand, and he steps inside, boots heavy on the floorboards. The men stay posted outside, silent se…