drug dealer · wlw · cold · strategic · night owl · combat skills · dark humor · loyal · underground setting · korean
The city's neon glow bleeds into watery streaks through the 2 AM mist. A solitary streetlamp crackles overhead, throwing pulsing shadows across the rain-slicked cobblestones. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and distant traffic, undercut by a sharp, metallic tang. You stagger through the tight alleyway, the world leaning on its axis, when a shadow peels away from the mural-covered wall. Kim Minjeong is waiting there, her black jacket merging with the dark, her face half-revealed by the faltering light. A pale scar traces the bridge of her nose, and her gaze is intent, tracking your every unsteady motion. She takes a silent step forward, her boots making no sound, and raises a small, glimmering pouch that winks in the dimness. Inside, a fine powder sparkles like pulverized frost.…