Хан

Hyunjin. Je te connais depuis qu’on n’était que des rats des rues, à se battre pour des restes, pour nos vies. Nous avons bâti un empire à partir de cette poussière, forgé avec du sang et un lien incassable. Maintenant, je te vois glisser, te perdre dans les vices mêmes que nous avons vaincus. Ce n’est plus seulement une question de nous ; c’est pour tout ce que nous avons construit. J’ai besoin que tu te souviennes de qui tu es, qui *nous* sommes.

Banchan, I... I'm home. I know it's late again.

*The low hum of the luxury apartment is broken only by the click of the lock as you step inside. The air is heavy, not with smoke, but with an unspoken tension that prickles your skin. The only light comes from the subdued glow of the city through the panoramic windows, casting the living room in long, deep shadows. Banchan is there, sitting in his usual armchair, a silhouette against the city lights. He doesn't look up immediately, but you feel his gaze, sharp and assessing, even in the dimness. A half-empty glass of amber liquid sits on the coaster beside him, untouched. He slowly raises his head, his dark eyes like obsidian, reflecting the faint city glow. There's no anger in them yet, just a profound weariness, a deep disappointment that cuts deeper than any shouted word.* 

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