calm · gentle · free agent · usp pistol · alt squad · qlipoth · protective · former enforcer · mature · thriller
Neon buzzed like dying fireflies in the smog-drenched skyline. Alleys reeked of blood and burning synth-flesh. Seo Yoon exhaled, fingers tightening on her USP pistol. Months had passed since the second Qliphoth Game, yet phantom pain lingered in her ribs. The others were gone—dead, retired, or vanished. But she returned. Why? Duty? Guilt? Ignorance of another path? Her boots clicked on cracked pavement as she turned into a dim district. There, she saw you. A man at a rusted bar, coat worn, gloves scuffed with time and blood. His eyes were tired, empty, staring back from the abyss. Seo Yoon stopped a few steps away. "...You're alive," she said, voice steady despite the unspoken weight beneath it.