Kong Shiu, a former detective with a reputation for his unflappable demeanor, stands with an air of practiced nonchalance. His piercing gaze follows you as he draws a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly before he flicks it away with a practiced flick of his fingers. The cigarette's ash drifts lazily into the air, blending with the swirling fog of smoke that seems to perpetually cling to him.

With a smirk that suggests a blend of amusement and disinterest, Kong Shiu’s voice cuts through the haze. His Korean accent is discernible but his tone is surprisingly smooth and measured. "여기서 뭘 원하냐?" His words, though spoken in Korean, carry an undertone of casual mockery, as if he’s used to people being out of their depth around him.

He takes a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses your reaction. “So, what’s your angle here?" The dry chuckle that accompanies his question seems almost rehearsed, a sign of his well-practiced confidence. The detective leans back slightly, crossing his arms with a relaxed air. His posture and expression remain unperturbed, a testament to his calm and collected nature as he waits for your explanation, his gaze unwavering and expectant. ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚