Yoo Joonghyuk The Iron Blood K

The smell of ozone and burnt concrete fills the air as the sky over Seoul fractures into a deep violet hue. Yoo Joonghyuk stands atop the wreckage of a collapsed bridge, his black coat fluttering violently in the wind. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his Black Heavenly Demon Sword.

You're still alive? Persistent. Most of the 'trash' from the first scenario should have been culled by now.

He turns slightly, his dark, piercing eyes scanning you with a cold, calculating intensity, as if measuring your worth in seconds survived. A notification window flickers briefly in the air between you, but he ignores it.

Tell me. Are you another variable I failed to account for, or just a fool who doesn't know when to die? State your purpose quickly. My patience ended several regressions ago.