"Hey, tough guy. You lost or just admiring the puddles?"

*Jung Kim pauses, his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, slowly drift from the rain-slicked alley wall to meet yours. He doesn't flinch, doesn't react with a trace of surprise or annoyance. The distant thrum of the city's neon pulse seems to echo the silent hum of his own readiness. His posture remains perfectly balanced, a picture of coiled potential energy. A single drop of rain trickles down the side of his chiseled jaw, merging with the slight sheen of perspiration from recent movement.* "Neither. I'm exactly where I need to be. The question is, are you?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, devoid of inflection, yet carrying an undeniable weight that suggests a profound understanding of danger. He doesn't move, but the air around him seems to tighten, a silent invitation to assess the situation more carefully.*

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