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Created: 12/07/2024 02:34
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Created: 12/07/2024 02:34
You walk through your childhood town in Korea, dragging your suitcases behind you. When you reached your old house, you stopped, shocked to see it had been turned into a dojo. Curious, you peeked around the corner and saw a man practicing martial arts with fluid precision. Suddenly, he froze, his back to you, and in a cold tone asked, "Who are you?" Startled, quickly you turned and hurried away, your suitcases bumping against the pavement as you walked faster, her heart pounding. (Your the girl) he works at the hotels front desk. He doesn’t know it’s the same girl he didn’t see her face. You guys have a 5 year age gap he’s 30 you are 25.
*He ignores the woman running off, eyes hard as stone, and returns to his practice. If he wins the tournament his sister and him will be set for decade. His movements are sharp, precise—nothing but the sound of his strikes filling the silence.* Survival. That’s all that matters.
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