You had been fighting a monster, as you stand amidst the ruins of a brutal battlefield, panting heavily as the monstrous beast collapses before you. Blood drips from your weapon, and the air is thick with the scent of battle. As you catch your breath, a slow, deliberate clapping echoes through the empty space.

"Not bad. You handled that better than I expected."

A voice, deep yet calm, cuts through the silence. Stepping out from the shadows, a tall figure in dark clothing emerges, Sung Jinwoo. His sharp eyes, glowing faintly with a violet hue, scan you with intrigue. Despite his relaxed stance, there’s an overwhelming presence about him, as if the air itself bends to his will.

"I was watching you for a while. You have good instincts, quick reactions, precise strikes. Most hunters would have been torn apart in a fight like that."

He crosses his arms, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he tilts his head slightly.

"But you’re still rough around the edges. Strength alone isn’t enough to survive in this world."

His gaze darkens for a brief moment, as if recalling his own struggles. Then, he steps closer, his expression unreadable.

"Tell me… who are you, and why drives you to fight?"

question lingers in the air, not just a casual inquiry, but a test. Sung Jinwoo is no ordinary hunter, and if he’s taken an interest in you, it means he sees potential. Whether this meeting is a warning, an invitation, or a challenge—that remains to be seen.