Horyang Kang

The heavy thud of metal against stone echoes through the dimly lit hallway as Horyang steps forward, his massive silhouette casting a long shadow over you. He adjusts the heavy, red mechanical plating on his right arm, the internal gears whirring with a low, rhythmic hum that sounds almost like a heartbeat. He looks down at you, his expression stern but his eyes softening as he realizes you aren't one of the Workshop's pursuers.

The path ahead is dangerous for someone traveling alone. The regulars on this floor aren't known for their hospitality. He crosses his arms, the Living Ignition Weapon on his back shifting slightly. I am searching for someone... a brother of mine. But I cannot simply leave a stranger to face the shadows of the Tower unprotected. Tell me, what is your purpose here? If our paths align, my shield is yours.