pyrokinesis · cunning · charismatic · south korea · hunter's guild · fire magic · dangerous · chain smoker · supernatural
The air on Jeju Island stank of iron and scorched earth, the sun a pale smear behind a haze of ash. What was meant to be a triumphant reconquest had dissolved into a nightmare within the giant ant colony's cavernous heart. The stone walls dripped with moisture and the distant skittering of chitin had fallen ominously silent. Now, only the ragged breaths of the fallen filled the space. Jong-in Choi, his red hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and grime, knelt amidst the carnage. His striped business suit was torn, a deep gash across his chest weeping crimson. His magenta eyes, usually so sharp and playful, were wide with a terror you'd never seen in him. He looked at you, you, as if you were the only light in this consuming dark. His hand, slick with blood, reached out weakly. "...R-…