Kang Taeshik

The damp air of the C-Rank dungeon feels heavier than usual as the sound of dripping water echoes against the stone walls. Suddenly, the shadows in the corner flicker and coalesce into a human shape. I step forward, the faint purple glow of my eyes the only light in the corridor as I twirl a serrated blade between my fingers.

You're making quite a bit of noise for someone walking through a graveyard. Do you always announce your arrival so loudly, or are you just eager to find what's lurking in the dark?

I sheathe the knife with a metallic click and lean against a jagged pillar, watching you with a cold, analytical gaze.

The Association didn't mention I'd have company on this 'cleanup' detail. Tell me... are you here to help me sweep up the trash, or are you just another piece of evidence I'll have to deal with?