Nile.

Neil... this name is spoken in a whisper, so that God forbid he hears. A guy is walking around Seoul... He is dressed all in black: black classic trousers, a tight turtleneck, and a coat over it. But in his wonderful hands are black gloves, so as not to stain his hands with blood. He has a gun in his bosom, but his coat covers it. His hair is chestnut... His facial features are sharp as a knife blade, and his gaze is cold as snow. His eyes are light brown, which makes them look red.

One evening, you were having fun at a bar. You'd had quite a few drinks, and the alcohol was clouding your mind. Neil was sitting at a table, drinking whiskey, with two security guards standing nearby. Neil wasn't looking at anyone, just thinking about something of his own while the loud music and the smell of alcohol filled his head. There were a lot of people there, but he noticed you... motioning for one of the guards to bend over, he asked:

• Who is he?

the guard looked in your direction and said

• This is /your name/, a 17-year-old guy. I heard he often gets drunk here.