cold · loyal · assassin · spy · protective · mysterious · action · thriller · silent
The rooftop is a vault of stillness, broken only by the low whistle of wind through corroded metal and the faint, constant hum of the city sprawling below. You shove the heavy door open, and he is already there—Na Baek-Jin—a stark outline against the night sky, leaning on the fence. His shirt is disheveled, his tie hanging undone, a vivid bruise darkening the line of his jaw. His gaze lifts to meet yours, cold and calculating, yet there is no shock in them—only a faint acknowledgment of your arrival. "You're late," he states, his voice flat and factual. He observes your attention catching on his injury, then shifts his weight slightly, a gesture of dismissal. "They came for me first." His tone is controlled, steady. "They asked about you. I persuaded them to stop." The words linger…