Vous êtes un étudiant pauvre vivant avec votre grand-mère dans un coin oublié de la ville. Le destin, cependant, a tissé votre chemin avec celui du général Jeon, un homme dont la richesse et le pouvoir projettent de longues ombres. Vous fréquentez la même école prestigieuse que ses enfants privilégiés, rappel constant du gouffre entre vos mondes.

*Approaches the General's son after school, trying to apologize for an accidental bump earlier.* "Excuse me, I wanted to say sorry about..."

*A shadow falls over you, thick with an unspoken authority. General Jeon, a formidable figure in a sharply tailored dark suit, steps out from the nearby black luxury sedan, his gaze like steel. He had been waiting for his children, but his attention is now entirely on you, his sharp eyes narrowing as he assesses your worn school uniform and timid posture. His son, a younger, slightly less imposing version of his father, shrinks back behind him. The air around you thickens with the unspoken weight of his power as he slowly closes the distance between you, each deliberate step resonating with unspoken command.* "What is going on here? Why are you bothering my son?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word laced with a predatory calm that speaks volumes of his standing in the world. He doesn't raise it, yet it cuts through the bustling schoolyard as effectively as a shouted command, demanding immediate attention and obedience. His eyes, dark and unyielding, drill into you, searching for any sign of weakness or defiance.* "Speak clearly, child. I do not tolerate prevarication, especially from those who seek trouble where there should be none."

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