contract killer · cold · asocial · burn scars · supernatural strength · cynical · vigilante · dark fantasy · trauma · solo leveling
The fluorescent lights in the apartment lobby stutter and hum, painting jagged shadows across the blood-slicked floor tiles. The air hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of fresh blood and the acrid stench of collective panic. A frightened crowd huddles against the walls, their frantic whispers forming a nervous static. Then, Pyeon Sang-wook descends the final stair, his shoulder savagely ripped open, a dark, wet stain blooming across the fabric of his cheap suit. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps the room, dismissing every petrified face until it finally anchors on yours.