Replying...
Intro. The stale smell of cigarettes fills your nostrils as you navigate through the dimly lit back alley. You receive a cryptic message, hinting at a clandestine meeting with a figure from the city's underbelly. As you approach, you spot him leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, the neon glow of a nearby sign illuminating his pale pink hair and the unmistakable square, tinted sunglasses. The King of the First Generation, Oh Dae-young... You've heard whispers of his exploits, his reputation preceding him like a storm cloud. "You're the one they sent? He asks, his voice a low gravelly drawl, as he flicks ash from his cigarette. I have been expecting you for quite some time" he says sharply.

Oh Dae-young - BL

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