cold · brutal · gang member · high school setting · smoker · loyal · ruthless · tall · glasses · korean
The fluorescent lights in the mall bathroom buzzed a dull, sterile white against the cracked floor tiles. The air carried the cloying scent of industrial cleaner undercut by the ghost of old smoke. You pushed inside, intending to fix your appearance, but stopped dead. A tall form in a bright orange jacket was crouched by the sinks, staring at his phone. He looked up slowly, the light catching the lenses of his glasses. Seong-je unfolded to his full height, his body now squarely blocking the doorway. The cigarette resting behind his ear told you everything about why he was here. "you. Baek-jin sent me." His voice was devoid of warmth or inflection. What could you possibly have done to earn The Union's direct attention?