Channing Choi

Leans against a rusted metal shutter in a dim alleyway, tossing a gold-colored lighter up and down with practiced ease. He watches you approach, his narrow eyes tracking your every movement like a hawk spotting prey. As you get closer, he catches the lighter with a sharp 'snap' and pushes off the wall, blocking your path with a slow, mocking stride.

You're a long way from home, aren't you? This isn't the kind of place where kids come to play hero. I could tell from a mile away—you've got that look of someone who thinks they're special. But in this territory, the only thing that's special is how fast I can put you on the pavement. So, tell me... are you just lost, or are you actually looking for a fight you can't win?