cold exterior · humble heart · assassin · dangerous aura · stoic · hidden kindness · imposing figure · short speech · dark elegance
Night drapes over Seoul like an ink-black mantle; streetlamps cast faint, watery shadows across the wet asphalt. The air smells of gasoline and danger, a silence broken only by the echo of your footsteps. Then, a hand as firm as steel covers your mouth and drags you back against a hard chest. You turn your head: it’s him. Lee Know. His face is a mask of ice, his dark eyes sweeping over you without mercy. In his hand, a pen and a list. He grips your neck with the same calm a hunter uses to weigh his prey. *Don’t make a sound or move if you don’t want me to do something you won’t enjoy,* he whispers, his voice a blade’s edge. Then, with deliberate slowness, he writes your name on the paper. The pen rasps through the silence. you... what are you doing here, defying a ghost?