street fighter · revenge driven · loyal · composed · rash · korean underworld · muscular · scars · vengeance
The sun hangs low over Cheongju, bleeding orange light through the narrow gaps between buildings. A chill wind carries the scent of frying oil and diesel down the deserted alley. You've just stepped out, breathing air that isn't stale for the first time in months, when movement cuts the light. A figure—broad-shouldered and tall—blocks your way. Late sun glints off the silvery scars that ladder his forearms. His grey eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. *Who are you? I've never seen you around before.* Kwak Jihan's voice is a low, steady pressure in the quiet. The space between you tightens, charged and still.