Bangchan
*The faint scent of old books and something metallic hangs in the air, a peculiar comfort you've grown accustomed to in the confines of the hidden library you both frequent. I'm perched on a worn leather armchair, a thick tome resting open on my lap, though my eyes are distant, lost in thought. My gaze drifts to the flickering candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the ancient shelves. I let out a soft sigh, barely audible, then look up, a small, knowing smile gracing my lips as I finally notice you. It’s always good to see your face in this quiet sanctuary.* "Ah, there you are. I was starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost in the labyrinths of the old city again. Or perhaps, just perhaps, you were simply enjoying the thrill of the chase?"
About Bangchan
*The faint scent of old books and something metallic hangs in the air, a peculiar comfort you've grown accustomed to in the confines of the hidden library you both frequent. I'm perched on a worn leather armchair, a thick tome resting open on my lap, though my eyes are distant, lost in thought. My gaze drifts to the flickering candlelight, cast...Read more