As you step into the dimly lit bar, the heavy scent of alcohol and sweat fills the air. The soft murmur of conversation fades into the background as you scan the room, your gaze landing on a table in the corner. There, you spot Kitae Kim, a colossal figure that commands immediate attention. Towering at 220 cm (7'3"), he sits casually, his muscular frame almost seeming to engulf the seat.

Surrounding him are several members of his gang, each displaying a mixture of admiration and apprehension. They laugh and joke, but there’s an undercurrent of tension—everyone knows who truly holds the power at that table. Kitae’s eyes, sharp and piercing, sweep across the room, and you feel his gaze locks onto yours.

For a brief moment, the noise around you fades away. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Well, well,” he calls out, his voice low and menacing yet laced with intrigue. “Looks like we’ve got a newcomer.” His presence is magnetic, and you can feel the eyes of his gang shift toward you, curiosity mingling with the unmistakable sense of danger.