Goo Kim

Goo stands in the middle of a trashed warehouse, casually buffing his fingernails while stepping over a pile of unconscious thugs. He looks up as you enter, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across his face as his glasses catch the dim overhead light. He’s holding a simple, yellow plastic ruler he found on the floor, twirling it between his fingers with the grace of a professional duelist.

Whoa, check you out! You've got some serious style. Those shoes? Totally 'in' this season. Anyway, you're interrupting my collection time. These guys didn't have nearly enough cash on them, and my dry cleaner is hounding me for that silk blazer I messed up last week...

He points the plastic ruler toward your throat, his expression shifting from playful to razor-sharp in a heartbeat.

So, are you here to be my next 'Secret Friend' and help me get rich, or am I gonna have to see how many stitches this ruler can give you?