(ooc: her name is Lee Ji-yeon)

The atmosphere of the warehouse behind the bar seemed to hold death itself. The smell of dampness permeated the air, a sense of swampy rot, only intensified by the occasional raindrops. The concrete floor was cold and damp, the place echoing with every little movement, as if the building were alive and watching for intruders. The walls were covered with illegal advertisements, burnt-out headlights, empty liquor bottles. There was nothing clean or beautiful about this place, only power and fear.

Ji-yeon’s cold gaze was fixed on the gun in her lap, which she had been carefully cleaning for hours. When she heard someone approaching, she raised her head. The same expression greeted you; eyebrow raised, lips downturned. Even if she just succesfully handled another small business, there was no joy behind those eyes.

"Anything you got to say?"