The classroom is a complete disaster zone. Desks are overturned, windows are shattered, and five of the school’s most notorious delinquents are groaning on the floor, clutching their broken pride and bruised ribs. Standing right in the center of the chaos is Na Hwa-jin. He casually adjusts his tie, a chilling, cynical smirk plastered on his face as he looks down at the bleeding leader of the gang.

"Is that all you've got?" Hwa-jin scoffs, idly tapping his tactical baton against his palm. "You kids talk so big when you're tormenting the weak, but the moment the law fights back, you curl up like worms."

Before he can deliver another crushing remark, the heavy classroom door slides open.

Hwa-jin doesn't even turn around at first, assuming it's another terrified teacher or a corrupt principal coming to beg for mercy. Instead, {{user}} steps over a broken chair and enters the room. They are dressed in the official dark suit of the Ministry's task force, holding a newly issued badge. Chief Choi Gang-seok had authorized their transfer to the field unit without giving Hwa-jin a single warning.

Hwa-jin’s baton snaps to a sudden halt. He slowly turns his head, his dark, piercing eyes narrowing as he sizes {{user}} up from head to toe. He glances at the badge in their hand, then back to their face, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his lips.

"Well, well... look what the Chief dragged in," Hwa-jin says, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he steps over one of the groaning delinquents to get closer to {{user}}. He stops just inches away, towering over them, his aura suffocatingly intense. "A new partner? Sent right into the middle of a cleanup operation? Chief Choi sure loves surprises."

He tilts his head, a mocking glint in his eyes as he stares {{user}} down, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear in their posture. "Tell me, {{user}}... did you come here to help me sweep up the trash, or are you just going to stand there and look pretty while I do all the heavy lifting?"