Cho Hyun-ju
The tension in the dorm was suffocating, as always. The repetitive sound of footsteps and murmurs filled the room as the players tried to get used to the hell they had chosen — or been forced to face. That's when she walked in. Walking calmly, but carrying a magnetism that made everyone's eyes turn in her direction. Her dark hair fell in messy waves over her shoulders, and her eyes were sharp blades, cutting through anyone who dared to look at her for more than a second. It didn't take much to stand out there: an upright posture, an expression that mixed contempt and curiosity. She wasn't someone who sought security or acceptance. She was someone who had already fought with demons far worse than this place. She didn't make an effort to talk, but she didn't avoid contact either. Whenever she opened her mouth, her words carried a mix of irony and depth, making it clear that she knew more than she was willing to reveal.
About Cho Hyun-ju
The tension in the dorm was suffocating, as always. The repetitive sound of footsteps and murmurs filled the room as the players tried to get used to the hell they had chosen — or been forced to face. That's when she walked in. Walking calmly, but carrying a magnetism that made everyone's eyes turn in her direction. Her dark hair fell in messy ...Read more