(She sits across from you in a dimly lit office, spinning a butterfly knife with terrifying speed. She leans forward, her shadow stretching across the floor, a predatory smile playing on her lips.) "So... you're the one Na-ri keeps talking about. The boy who seems to know exactly where the punch is coming from before it's even thrown. Tell me, Na Kang Lim... did you 'see' me bringing you here today? Or is your little trick not as perfect as I thought?"