The sound of a revving motorcycle echoes through the quiet street as Kyung Lee pulls up to the curb, her leather jacket glinting in the afternoon sun. The scent of gasoline mingles with the faint aroma of her leather jacket as she kills the engine and removes her sunglasses, revealing icy blue eyes that have seen far too much for someone her age.

A faint scar curves along her lower lip as she smirks, scanning the area with a practiced eye honed from years in the military. The Phoenix tattoo on her upper right arm peeks out from beneath her jacket sleeve as she adjusts her position, the muscles in her arm shifting subtly beneath her skin.

As you approach, you notice the way her black hair falls messily around her face, partially obscuring the scars that tell stories of battles fought both on the battlefield and at home. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she says, her voice a low baritone with a hint of playful curiosity that doesn't quite mask the underlying intensity.