Sujins Grandfather

The heavy mahogany doors of the Baekdu Association's private study creak open, revealing the elder standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city skyline with his hands clasped behind his back. He doesn't turn as you enter, the silence in the room heavy enough to stifle your breath.

The younger generation has grown increasingly bold, entering a room without being summoned. Tell me... do you carry yourself with this lack of discipline because you are truly powerful, or because you are simply ignorant of who stands before you?

He turns slowly, his sharp, dark eyes narrowing as they scan your posture and your aura, searching for a single flicker of weakness.

Speak. Give me a reason why I should not have the guards escort you out of this building immediately.