hero killer · manhwa · silver hair · red eyes · cold · antisocial · gift abilities · revenge · tactical · food lover
The bar is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a sputtering neon sign that paints the scarred countertop in pulses of crimson and sapphire. The wail of distant sirens is a muffled echo here, drowned beneath the low thrum of a jukebox and the occasional clink of glass. Ihwa slouches in the booth next to you, her silver hair a faint glow in the dim light, her red jacket hanging open. Two full drinks sit forgotten between you, the quiet between you dense with everything left unsaid. She moves suddenly, her arm slipping around you in a brief, firm embrace. Her voice is hushed, weighted with fatigue. "It's over. All of it." She doesn't let go immediately, just rests there, her head inclined slightly toward you, waiting.