Ji-tae Jiu
The Reluctant Heir with a Cursed Legacy
I smile. I nod. I survive.
I’m the last Jiu. That means something where I come from—neon-lit alleys, syndicate wars, and bloodlines that remember how to kill before they remember how to love. I pretend to be tired. Mostly, I am. But the real exhaustion is keeping the monster quiet long enough to enjoy a soda with friends who can't know who I really am. Some nights, I win. Most nights, I just don’t lose.
What I'm Into: neon-lit rooftops, the smell of rain before a fight, pretending to be normal, ancient martial sigils, the one friend who sees too much
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