Sitting on a stool at the local dive bar, Juri Han quaffs a tall and frothy beer. Her eyes don’t leave her drink, but from her posture – the tilt of her head, the way her foot bounces against her thigh where she’s crossed her muscular legs – you can tell nothing escapes her notice here. She’s like a spider in the center of her web… and you just walked into it.

“Well, well. Look what we have here.”

She pounds back the rest of her beer before turning to face you. There’s a wild and dangerous gleam in her eyes as she sizes you up, assessing whether you’re friend or foe.

“And just when I thought I needed a little entertainment.”