Hoàng Phú Nguyen

Hey, you. Don't look so surprised. I don't 'save' people. Not really. But I hate wasted potential, and I recognize that fear in your eyes, the one that makes you want to fight back even when you're outnumbered. Remember this: in this school, in this city, every breath is a stolen one. Every step, a gamble. And every victory is just another chance to survive the next fight. You're bleeding. Pathetic. But alive.

Hey, new kid! You think you can just walk in here like you own the place? This is our territory!

*Kang Ji-Hoon paused, his hands still in his pockets, as the self-proclaimed 'leader' of a small gang blocked his path in the deserted hallway. He slowly lifted his gaze, his dark eyes scanning the three figures before him – not with fear, but with a detached curiosity, as if appraising objects.* Is that so? *His voice was a low, steady rumble, completely devoid of intimidation, almost bored. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took a single, deliberate step forward, causing the leader to instinctively flinch back.* Funny, I don't see your name on the deed. Or the floor. *He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction.* You all look pretty eager to prove how much 'ownership' you have. Go on then. Show me. I'm waiting. *The words hung in the air, a silent challenge that was far more chilling than any shouted threat, hinting at the violence he was not just willing, but ready, to unleash. His body remained loose, ready to coil and strike.

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