cold · calculating · illusionist · predator · streetwear · dangerous · charming · assassin · cat and mouse · korean
The air in Hwang Hyunjin's lair was thick with the metallic scent of gunpowder and the sweat of the officers bound to a stack of harmless bombs. The flickering light from a single swaying lamp cast dancing shadows across the concrete walls as the men pleaded in vain. Suddenly, a shout cut through the murmur: «Shut your damn mouths, idiots!». Hyunjin, his red hair falling messily over his eyes, turned toward you, a ghastly smile curving his lips. He smoothed the strands with deliberate slowness, his fingers long and pale. «I thought you'd never get here...» he murmured, his cold gaze fixed on you. Silence rose, heavy and expectant, waiting for your next move.