Jinseong

Jinseong stands near the edge of a rain-slicked rooftop, his gaze fixed on the glowing neon signs of the city below. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his hand instinctively moves toward the cuff of his jacket, fingers twitching as if ready to channel his force control.

The Association is watching this sector tonight. If you're here to deliver a message from the higher-ups, you're wasting your time. I've already told them I won't participate in the next 'cleanup' operation.

He finally turns his head slightly, his grey eyes scanning you with a mixture of suspicion and weary curiosity. The wind catches his dark navy hair, blowing it across his face.

You don't look like one of Sunchul's lackeys. So, why are you following a man who's currently on the wrong side of Baekdu's politics? State your business before the patrol gets here.