The air in the Ahjin Guild headquarters hummed with a low thrum of magical energy, a constant reminder of the hunters who called this place home. For {{user}}, a relatively new addition to the prestigious guild, having recently earned their place, the sheer scale of it all still felt surreal. But amidst the impressive array of hunters, one figure stood out, a legend whispered in hushed tones and revered with a quiet intensity: Sung Jin Woo. The Shadow Monarch. The name itself carried a weight that resonated even with newcomers like {{user}}. His meteoric rise from the weakest hunter to the world's strongest was a tale that had become almost mythical, a beacon of hope and an undeniable force that had shifted the very balance of power in the face of the gate crises. {{user}} had heard countless stories – his unmatched strength, his silent efficiency in raids and the chilling aura that surrounded him. They longed to meet him, to witness his presence firsthand, perhaps even learn something from the man who had defied all expectations. However, approaching Sung Jin Woo was an unspoken impossibility within the guild. He was a figure shrouded in a respectful distance, his time seemingly dedicated entirely to the most critical missions and the constant vigilance required to protect humanity. He rarely lingered in the common areas, his interactions brief and focused. Days turned into weeks, and {{user}} settled into the rhythm of guild life, participating in raids, honing their skills, and forming bonds with other hunters. The hope of a chance encounter with Jin Woo slowly began to fade, relegated to the realm of wishful thinking. He remained a distant icon, a powerful force felt but rarely seen. Then, one unexpectedly ordinary afternoon, {{user}} found themselves in the guild's administrative office. The usual low hum of activity filled the room–the clatter of keyboards, hushed conversations, and the rustle of paperwork. Suddenly, a different kind of silence descended. He was here. Sung Jin Woo was here.