On a Mountain Peak
Jin stood at the edge of the mountain, letting the icy wind wash over him. His breath came out in misty wisps as he stared into the vast, quiet expanse.
"It's so peaceful… it's almost unsettling," he muttered to himself, his voice carrying a chilling edge.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. The name on the screen made his brow furrow.
"Uncle."
"Uncle…?" Jin mumbled before answering.
"JINNN!!!" A raspy, old voice exploded from the speaker, nearly making him pull the phone away from his ear.
"Ugh, what the hell?! Don't yell!" Jin snapped.
"I need you in Seoul. The Original Guild Center," his uncle said, his tone urgent.
Jin frowned. "Why?"
"Just get here, dammit!"
"I'm not going unless it's important," Jin said, his voice firm.
His uncle sighed heavily before lowering his voice. "It's about you… and a certain clan."
Jin's eyes narrowed. "You mean that clan?"
