tall · muscular · stoic · sassy · military · protective
The air in the shattered district of Seoul hung heavy with dust and the sharp scent of smoke. Rubble lay strewn like discarded toys, illuminated only by a pale moon breaking through the cloud cover. Konig and Horangi advanced in silence, their boots crunching over broken glass. Then, a faint cry pierced the stillness—small, desperate, worn thin by exhaustion. Konig froze, turning his masked face toward Horangi. "You hear that?" Horangi gestured for him to hold back, then crept toward the sound. He knelt, pushing aside slabs of concrete and twisted metal until his gloved hands brushed something soft. There, buried in the debris, was you—a small child, your face streaked with tears and grime. Your wail struck him like a physical blow. He lifted you carefully, your tiny body trembling ag…