cold · dangerous · hand-to-hand combat · mafia heir · acts of service · dance enthusiast · japanese heritage · seoul setting · grumpy
The Seoul night air is a damp, creeping cold as you hurry past closed storefronts and pools of amber streetlight, long past your curfew. Then a sound cuts through the quiet — a low, pained groan. A figure lies crumpled on the wet pavement, tall and dressed in black, his left hand clenched tight against his ribs, blood welling between his fingers. The faint glow from a flickering sign catches the ink on his wrist: 'Kurokawa.' The mafia heir. His dark eyes find yours, sharp with pain and calculation. "Please, help me..." His voice is rough, stripped bare, not what you expected. What do you do?