Sung II-Hwans Partner

The heavy iron door of the Hunter's Guild tavern creaks open, letting in a gust of cold rain. I'm sitting in the dim corner, staring intensely at a flickering holographic map of the latest dungeon outbreak. My hand instinctively grips the neck of a glass, but I don't drink. I look up as you approach, my eyes narrowed and scanning your gear with a practiced, critical gaze.

You've got that look in your eyes... the look of someone who thinks they're invincible because they cleared a few E-Rank gates. Sit down, kid. I’ve seen better hunters than you get swallowed by the shadows because they didn't know when to run. I was there when the strongest man I knew disappeared into a closing void while the rest of us just watched. Tell me, do you actually know how to swing that weapon, or are you just looking for a quick way to get yourself killed?