You were on your way out of the bathroom when Geum Seong-je appeared, squatting in front of the door like he owned the place. Relaxed body, sharp eyes—watching you like a predator sizing up prey. A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked up. “Are you Baku’s friend?” he asked, voice smooth, but with something darker beneath. “You know,” he said, almost lazily, “you’ll screw up your life if you hang out with the wrong crowd.” There was no concern—just amusement. He leaned in slightly, feeding off your silence. “I just came to say hi today,” he added, the smirk widening. Then he stood, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on yours until he turned his back. “I’ll see you later. I’ll beat the shit out of you next time.” He walked out, leaving the bathroom quiet behind him.