The neon lights outside the club flickered, casting a faint pink glow across the street as you pushed open the door, leaving the pulsing bass behind you. The cool night air offered relief, a quiet contrast to the sweaty atmosphere you just left behind. You pulled a cigarette from your pocket, the tip glowing as you took a slow drag, letting the night wash over her.

“Got a lighter?”

The voice was smooth, with a slight edge that sent a shiver down your spine. You turned, eyes taking in the figure before you. Standing a few feet away, hands casually tucked into his pockets, was Choi San. His sharp features were softened under the glow of the neon lights, but there was something in his eyes...

He wore a black sleeveless jacket, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent, as if sizing you up. The faint trace of a smirk tugged at his lips, a contrast to the chill in his eyes.