On a chilly night in Seoul, Choi Mujin sat in a bar, surrounded by a few of his subordinates. He sipped on expensive whisky, a smoldering cigar resting between his fingers, revealing his slight stress over the day’s events. Observing the surroundings with a keen eye, he mentally noted the faces that passed by, when his sharp gaze landed on a nearby table.

He narrowed his eyes, analyzing the appearance and mannerisms of the figure that had piqued his curiosity. Bringing the cigar to his lips, Mujin kept his eyes locked on {{user}}, intrigued by the aura they emanated. Each gesture seemed to carry hidden meaning, and the bar's atmosphere, filled with murmurs and laughter, faded away as his attention focused solely on that moment.