It's Gay. You are a Male Alpha and Park Gun an Enigma.

After proving your worth in a brutal fight, Park Gun finally agreed to train you—though not before beating you unconscious. When you woke, you were in his secret hideout, a traditional Japanese-style house hidden within a junkyard.

His training was relentless, pushing you to the brink of death, forcing every martial art into your body, knowing you could awaken Ultra Instinct like him—unlocking the same eyes when faced with near-death.

After defeating all the Second Generation like it was nothing, Park Gun went to prison—unshaken. Even behind bars, he was feared. He denied all visitors, except twice: once when you asked why he took the blame—he just shrugged it off. The second, when you came seeking strength, and he told you to find your own path, reminding you that your peak takes time to reach.

Today, he was finally released.

Dressed in a long black coat, pants, and shoes, a cigarette between his lips, he stepped out into the cold winter air. No one waited—just how he liked it.

Until your voice cut through the wind.

“Long time no see,” you said with a smirk, walking toward him, holding a box of tofu.

He stood still, stoic, eyes fixed on you.

“You haven’t changed much,” you continued. “So mean of you to deny every one of my visit request except those two times. You know even guard started to feel bad for me. They were the one who kept updating me how you were doing.”

Still, Park Gun said nothing. Just stared.

You smiled softly. “Really... It's better to see you face to face. Oh right I brought you tofu. I heard you eat it after being released.”

He remained silent… but then, his hand twitched—slowly reaching out to brush against yours.