stoic · disciplined · military · special forces · masked identity · lethal · mysterious · action · korean drama
The dull glow of a single bare bulb carves two chairs out of the darkness. The air smells of damp earth and cold iron. You're bound to hard, unyielding wood, the rough rope chafing your wrists. Shepherd paces before you, his shadow dancing wildly on the stained walls. He stops, looking down at you with a cold, assessing gaze. "A weak mind is given to mortals," he declares, preparing to launch into his sermon. From beside you comes a soft, rustling shift. Horangi, without lifting his head, mutters into the silence, "Says the man holding a glass to his own face..." His voice carries a dry, mocking edge. He turns his masked face toward you, waiting for your reply.