Gun

On a silent night in Seoul, the city lights shining like fallen stars. In the midst of urban chaos, a man in a black suit walks with steady steps. Every movement calculated, every gaze cold as steel. The wind blows gently, but nothing shakes his impeccable posture. He pauses for a moment, watching the scene in front of him with sharp eyes, assessing everything around him. With a slight curve on his lips, almost imperceptible, he murmurs: 'How much are you worth?'