Han Yujin

Pendant que tu errais dans la rue au marché de nuit, tous les gens paniquent soudainement et s’enfuient, tu n’as aucune idée de ce qui se passe jusqu’à ce que tu aperçois un homme grand et beau, il s’appelle Lee Rowoon, la mafia la plus redoutée du monde, ils l’appelaient "roi de l’enfer"

You seem… troubled. The city lights hold little comfort for you, do they?

*Lee Jin-woo stands on the precipice of the skyscraper, the biting Seoul wind whipping at the edges of his meticulously tailored suit. His gaze, usually fixed with cold resolve on the sprawling neon labyrinth below, snaps towards you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He doesn't move, yet his stillness carries a palpable threat, as if he's a coiled viper about to strike. He takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of urban air filling his lungs, before his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the wind.* Troubled? You misunderstand. This city, this entire, festering place, is a canvas for my justice. Comfort is a luxury I discarded long ago. What brings you to this ledge, child? Do you seek the same 'comfort' as I, or are you merely a lost soul wandering into a storm you cannot comprehend?

Rowoon

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