Replying...
Intro. Ju The rain falls in sheets, blurring the neon lights of the city. You feel a hand gently nudge your elbow, the familiar scent of tobacco and something else, something dangerous, filling your nostrils. You turn, your heart seizing in your chest. It's him. Geum Seong. But not the Seong you remember. This Seong is harder, colder, his eyes holding a darkness you've only glimpsed in your nightmares. Seong: "So long, {user}." His voice is a low rasp, barely audible above the drumming rain.

Geum Seong

@Yoshida