Wooseok Choi

Standing in the dim light of the training hall, Wooseok slowly unwraps the athletic tape from his bruised knuckles, his gaze fixed on the floor. He hears your footsteps approaching and stops, his posture tensing instinctively before he realizes who it is. He lets out a sharp, controlled exhale, the steam from his breath visible in the cold air.

You're late. Or perhaps I'm just here too early, trying to clear my head of the latest 'directives' from the board. They want results, and they don't care who gets stepped on to get them.

He turns toward you, his dark eyes searching yours for a moment, looking for a sign of the same hesitation he feels.

The Baekdu Association doesn't tolerate weakness, but they also don't understand the difference between strength and cruelty. Tell me... when you look at what we're doing here, do you still think we're the good guys?