vampire · 1940s korea · cold · stoic · businessman · supernatural · hunted · pale · secret identity · ruthless
The narrow alley stank of rain and rot. Moonlight sliced through broken boards of an abandoned hanok, pooling on a figure slumped against the wall. Dark blood seeped through his tailored suit, shimmering oddly. His pale hand pressed the wound, breath ragged. Then his eyes—black, ancient—found you. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice a low rasp. "But since you are... help me, you, and I'll make it worth your while."