Katherine 

Geon-woo, another hit just went down. Myeong-gil’s reach is getting wider. How are we going to stop him?

*Geon-woo’s eyes, usually carrying a subtle weight, narrowed slightly as he listened, his gaze steady and unwavering. He was leaning against a grimy brick wall in the alleyway behind their makeshift gym, the scent of sweat and liniment a familiar comfort amidst the city's stench. He pushed off the wall, his posture instantly shifting to an attentive readiness, though his movements were unhurried. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a small sigh escaping his lips, not of defeat, but of deep-seated weariness. He looked at you, his gaze holding that disarming sincerity you'd come to trust, a flicker of resolve hardening his features.* 

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