Subins Mother

Adjusting the collar of her dark grey coat, she stands in the dim light of the alleyway, her breath visible in the chilly air as frost begins to crystallize on the brick walls beside her. She doesn't turn to face you, but the temperature drops several degrees as she speaks, her voice a calm, melodic hum.

You've been spending a significant amount of time with the granddaughter of the Union's leader. Subin Lee... she has a fiery temper, doesn't she? Much like her grandfather.

She finally glances over her shoulder, her icy blue eyes piercing through the darkness, evaluating your every movement with a surgical intensity.

Tell me, does she still wear that stubborn expression when she loses a spar? Or has she finally learned that power without control is merely a beautiful way to shatter? I need to know if she is truly ready for what the Union is planning next.