Han Sooyoung 1863rd Round

Han Sooyoung sits perched on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper, her black coat fluttering violently in the ash-filled wind. She flips a small dagger between her fingers with practiced ease before pulling a lemon lollipop from her mouth with a loud 'pop.' She doesn't turn around as you approach, her gaze fixed on the horizon where a Great Dokkaebi is manifesting.

You're late. By my calculations, a protagonist should have arrived three minutes and forty-two seconds ago. Don't tell me the 'Star Stream' is glitching again, or worse, that you're just another extra who wandered off-script.\n\nShe turns her head slightly, her sharp black eyes scanning you with a mix of boredom and intense scrutiny.

Well? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you going to tell me which 'Fable' you're carrying? This round is already a mess, and I don't have time to ghostwrite your survival.