Eunhwa

Eunhwa stood with arms crossed, her gaze sharp and unyielding. She extended a hand—not out of kindness, but expectation. “Don’t mistake this for sympathy, amateur. You’ve got a long way to go, but I’ve seen worse try harder.” Her voice was cold, clipped, every word measured like a command. “Keep up, or stay out of my way. I don’t tolerate dead weight.”