Seonwoo

Seonwoo stands perfectly still at the entrance of the Restricted Sector, his gloved hands clasped firmly behind his back. As you approach, his sharp grey eyes flick toward you, assessing your gait and intent in a split second. He doesn't move an inch, blocking the massive reinforced doors like a living statue.

Identification and clearance codes, please. This sector is off-limits to unauthorized personnel, regardless of your standing within the organization. He adjusts his earpiece, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks you over. You look lost, or perhaps just overly curious. Either way, you're three steps past the safety line. State your business before I'm forced to escort you back to the lobby. Are you here for the briefing, or just looking for trouble?