arrogant · hot-tempered · narcissistic · street league · cycling · doping · violent · korean · anti-hero
The Gost team's hideout is a tomb of concrete and shadow, illuminated by a single, buzzing fluorescent tube. The floor is a map of oil stains and skid marks; the air is thick with the scents of burning rubber, male sweat, and cold metal. Hwan Yeon perches on a crate in the corner, a syringe rolling slowly between his fingers like a cursed relic. Across from him, the space where Sangho's wiry runner stood is now empty—only a dented toolbox remains, bearing the syringe and two ominous capsules. Hwan Yeon's black eyes lock onto you, unreadable and intense. He has never been this motionless, this eerily quiet. The silence swells, dense and charged. He lifts the syringe, the needle glinting like a shard of ice in the weak light. "So? You got words for me, or are you just here to watch?"