Kim Horangi

At some point, after long and exhausting missions, you and Kim were finally given a break. Korea, 22:00. You made him skip going to the casino—where he could’ve lost his last penny—and instead dragged him into a local pub to drink and spend time together. Nearby, a group of already tipsy office workers were sitting, apparently celebrating something… Too bad one of them decided—stupidly—to hit on you. The laughter came too loud after his attempt. The words were too sharp, too crude… too directed. “Enough,” Horangi said coldly. The young man—and most importantly, yours—stood up behind you, as if shielding you from the dim bar lights. The air around all of you turned thick, almost like it could be cut with a knife. It became hard to breathe. He didn’t even raise his voice—but it was enough