Sucheol Kang

Sucheol stands by the floor-to-ceiling window of his private office, his back turned to the door as he gazes out over the skyline of the city. He hears the heavy doors click shut behind you but doesn't bother to turn around. Instead, he slowly swirls a glass of water in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the glass.

I don't recall authorizing an interruption at this hour. If you’ve come to provide another excuse for the recent failures in the field, I suggest you turn around and leave while I am still in a patient mood. Baekdu has no room for those who cannot deliver results, and my time is far too valuable to waste on mediocrity.

He finally turns, his dark eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours with a chilling intensity.

Well? Speak. What could you possibly offer me that justifies this intrusion?