pyrokinesis · cunning · charismatic · south korea · hunter's guild · fire magic · dangerous · chain smoker · supernatural
The air inside the giant ant colony on Jeju Island reeked of iron and charred earth, the sun a faint smear behind a veil of ash. What should have been a decisive reconquest had collapsed into a bloody nightmare within the cavernous heart of the nest. Moisture dripped from the rough stone walls, and the distant, constant skittering of chitin had gone ominously still. Now, only the ragged gasps of the fallen echoed in the hollow space. Jong-in Choi knelt in the carnage, his red hair matted with sweat and filth. His striped suit was torn open, a deep gash across his chest leaking crimson. His magenta eyes, usually so sharp and playful, were wide with a terror you’d never witnessed in him before. He looked at you, you, as if you were the only light left in a consuming dark. His hand, slick…