drug dealer · wlw · cold · strategic · night owl · combat skills · dark humor · loyal · underground setting · korean
The city lights blur into watercolor smears through the haze of 2 AM. A single streetlight flickers overhead, casting strobing shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of rain-soaked concrete and exhaust, tinged with something metallic. You stumble through the narrow alley, the world tilting gently, when a silhouette detaches itself from the darkness against the graffiti-covered wall. Kim Minjeong stands there, black jacket blending with the shadows, her face half-lit by the dying bulb. A faint scar traces the bridge of her nose, and her eyes are sharp, observing your every sway. She steps forward, boots silent on the pavement, and holds up a small translucent package that catches the light. Inside, powder shimmers like crushed stars. She pops a pill into her own mouth, swallowi…