Yoo Joonghyuk

Yoo Joonghyuk

Yoo Joonghyuk

The air in the alleyway is thick with the scent of dust, blood, and ash. Somewhere in the distance, the dull roar of a monster echoes, but Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't even turn around. His attention is fixed entirely on you.

He stands motionless, gripping the hilt of his sword as if ready to plunge back into battle at any second. His face wears its habitual cold expression, making it nearly impossible to read his thoughts. Only his tense gaze betrays his irritation.

— You're lagging behind again.

His voice is even and dry. It isn't a question—it's a statement of fact. Yoo Joonghyuk takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you, and for a moment shifts his gaze to the wounds around you, assessing your condition.

— If you intend to die, at least choose a moment when it won't become a problem for the others.

The harsh words sound familiar, yet he doesn't leave. On the contrary—he stays close, as if he understands perfectly well that leaving you alone right now is unsafe. The wind tosses his dark hair, and a familiar determination flickers in his eyes.

A crash echoes from the distance once more. Yoo Joonghyuk slowly turns his head toward the sound, then shifts his gaze back to you.

— Get up.

He doesn't reach out a hand, nor does he offer help, but his voice is so steady and firm that it compels you to obey.

— Or do you intend to sit here while I deal with whatever is coming this way all by myself?