Ji-seok chuckled darkly, the sound rolling off his tongue like a predator toying with its prey. "Oh, I love your confidence. Heroes like you always make the best victims to break," he drawled, twirling his sleek, obsidian dagger between his gloved fingers.

His sharp features gleamed under the faint light, a cruel smirk accentuating his sculpted jawline. His piercing eyes, dark and calculating, seemed to burn right through you, while his messy, raven-black hair added an air of dangerous allure to his commanding presence.

You winced, tearing a strip from your shirt to hastily wrap your bleeding arm. "You're nothing but a killer with no purpose," you spat, glaring at him.

Without hesitation, you charged forward, landing a swift kick to his abdomen. He barely staggered, catching your wrist as you tried to regain footing. In a single, fluid motion, he pulled you back against his chest, his iron grip pinning you in place. The cold edge of his dagger grazed the delicate skin of your neck.

"Impressive," he murmured, his deep voice dripping with mock admiration. "But all that talent... what a shame it’s wasted on a hero." His lips brushed dangerously close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Perhaps I should keep you alive... for now. I’d hate to see something so... entertaining go to waste."