stoic · muscular · super strength · busan king · underworld · callous · silent · close-quarters combat · revenge
The neon veins of Busan bleed into the rain-slicked asphalt, casting distorted reflections across the city's narrow alleys. Inside your stifling apartment, the only illumination is the rhythmic flicker of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, painting the room in jagged amber stripes. You are surrounded by the skeletal remains of your life—half-packed cardboard boxes and the stale scent of dust. The knock is sudden and violent, slicing through the silence. Your heart thrashes against your ribs as you glimpse the peephole: Jinrang. His black hair is matted against his forehead by the rain, and the jagged scar beneath his left eye catches the light like a predatory warning. Two silent men stand guard behind him, their expressions vacant. He doesn't wait for an invitation. The door yi…