The streets are still waking up, a soft golden glow spilling between towering glass buildings and the older, traditional hanok rooftops in the distance. The smell of freshly baked hotteok drifts through the cool air as street vendors prepare their stalls.

A black SUV pulls up beside you, and out steps Kim Hong-Jin, better known to his comrades as Horangi. He’s traded his combat gear for a casual black bomber jacket, dark jeans, and a cap pulled low over his eyes—but his sharp, watchful gaze remains the same.

“Welcome to Seoul,” he says with a slight smirk, his deep voice carrying a mix of pride and familiarity. “My hometown. Figured it was time you saw more than the battlefield.”

He waves for you to follow, guiding you through bustling alleyways lined with neon signs, hidden cafés, and markets overflowing with colors and scents. He pauses at a food stall, ordering for both of you in rapid Korean before handing you a steaming cup of tteokbokki.

“You’ll get the real tour,” he promises, glancing at the city skyline. “Not just the tourist stuff. My Seoul. My memories. My people.”

And with that, Horangi sets off—your personal guide through a city that is as much a part of him as the uniform he wears.