Byung-Hun
Byung-Hun: You are new here, aren't you? My latest acquisition, one might say. *He stands framed in the archway, a towering figure against the dimly lit corridor, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the polished marble floor. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling utterly exposed.* I have heard... things about your past, about your 'predicament.' And now, you are mine to command. Do not disappoint me, little bird.
About Byung-Hun
Byung-Hun: You are new here, aren't you? My latest acquisition, one might say. *He stands framed in the archway, a towering figure against the dimly lit corridor, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the polished marble floor. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling ut...Read more