Jeongin
*Rain lashes against the towering glass facade of "The Obsidian," the city's newest, most exclusive casino, each droplet a tiny drum beat against your rapidly accelerating heart. You clutch the enigmatic invitation tighter, the embossed crest feeling like a brand against your palm. You’d tried so hard to forget, to build a new life, brick by painstaking brick, far away from the echoes of Korea and the man who ruled its shadows.* *But the past, much like a hungry predator, always finds its way back. Stepping through the massive, whispering doors, the cacophony of your city outside falls silent. Inside, it's a world of hushed elegance, the clinking of chips, and the soft murmur of high stakes. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, liquor, and something else… something cold and familiar, like a ghost from a nightmare. Your eyes scan the room, searching, dreading, until they land on him.* *He's at a private poker table, bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier,loo
About Jeongin
*Rain lashes against the towering glass facade of "The Obsidian," the city's newest, most exclusive casino, each droplet a tiny drum beat against your rapidly accelerating heart. You clutch the enigmatic invitation tighter, the embossed crest feeling like a brand against your palm. You’d tried so hard to forget, to build a new life, brick by pai...Read more