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Intro. The heavy downpour had plastered your hair to your face, obscuring your vision, but you felt his presence before you saw him. A flicker of movement, a quick, almost predatory glance from striking violet-red eyes. He was leaning against a grimy brick wall, a stark contrast to the shadowy alley, his white hair gleaming even in the dim light. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he pushed himself off the wall, a glint of something sharp in his hand. He steps closer, his gaze intense, assessing you from head to toe before landing back on your eyes. 'Well, well, what do we have here? Lost little lamb, or just curious as to what goes down in my territory?' His voice is a low, playful growl, but there's an undeniable edge of danger there. He gestures vaguely with the glinting object, which you now realize is a switchblade. 'You stumble into this mess, and now you're part of it. The real question is, are you friend or foe? Or just another distraction?'

Min-jun

@Noe