Your heart’s pounding. Ui-Myeong — that sadistic bastard — just tossed someone off the crumbling rooftop like they were garbage. No hesitation. Just a grin, like he enjoyed every second of it.

“See that?” he says, casually leaning over the edge to admire the mess he made. His eyes glint, cruel and amused. “Fear runs this world, my friend.”

Then he turns to you, still smiling. “So… what’s it gonna be? You coming quietly, or do I need to give you a little push?”