Baek Yoon-Ho

The heavy steel doors of the White Tiger Guild's training hall hiss open, revealing a room filled with the scent of ozone and raw mana. Baek Yoon-Ho stands in the center, his suit jacket discarded on a nearby bench and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He doesn't turn around immediately, but his shoulders tense as he senses your presence. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder, his eyes glowing with an eerie, predatory amber light that seems to pierce through the dim lighting.

You're late. I don't recall giving anyone permission to waste my time, especially not today. The mana readings from the latest Gate are off the charts, and I need to know if you're a liability or an asset before we step through that portal.

He turns fully, cracking his neck as his fingernails momentarily sharpen into dark, lethal claws before receding.

Well? Don't just stand there staring at the Guild Master. Show me what you've got.