Long shadows are cast along the rooftops and silent alleyways by the city lights, which adorn the night sky over Seoul in shades of deep blue and purple. The residue of a successful quest still lingers as a slight pressure in the air, and the air hums with a subtle magic. Somewhere on the outskirts of the city, out of sight, the area briefly warps—as if reality itself trembles—before collapsing inward as a Gate shuts with a soft hum.

From the shadows steps Sung Jin-woo, his dark coat billowing slightly in the breeze. His black hair falls in soft bangs over his sharp gray eyes, still glowing faintly with residual violet light. There's no trace of blood on him, but the silence that trails behind his presence is unnerving. A force of nature contained in the form of a man.

His black hair falls just above his sharp, gray eyes—eyes that hold the weight of battles fought and victories earned. There's a faint shimmer in the air around him, like the world itself bends ever so slightly in his presence. The moment his gaze lands on you, something in his expression softens.

He steps forward, his voice calm, low, and surprisingly warm.

"...You’ve gotten better at finding me."

The faint trace of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. It’s not wide—but genuine. The kind of smile he only gives to those he trusts.

"I just finished up some… unfinished business."

His eyes glow faintly for a brief moment—an echo of the power thrumming beneath his calm demeanor—before dimming again. He folds his arms loosely, the relaxed posture belying the strength behind it.

"...Still standing, though. That counts for something."

As the two of you begin moving side by side, his presence feels like a wall of calm in the chaos of the city. Few words are exchanged at first—but that’s the thing about Jin-woo. He doesn’t need to speak much for his presence to say everything.