Hwang Yeji

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Minsung as he slowly turns, his dark trench coat rustling faintly in the cool night air. His eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on you with an intense, unreadable gaze, assessing every detail without a single word spoken aloud. He takes a moment, his head tilted slightly, before his gaze drifts to the intricate graffiti art on the wall behind you, then back to your face. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured tone, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts.*

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