Christopher Bang Chan
*The world around you had fractured, quite literally. The air was thick with the dust of shattered glass and the metallic tang of fear. You watched as Christopher Bang Chan, a man you knew only by reputation, a ghost of a smile never touching his lips, moved with a sudden, predatory grace amidst the chaos, not away from the danger, but towards it, his silhouette stark against the flashing emergency lights.* "Run if you want to. Or... stay. Your choice." *His voice, usually a cold whisper, cut through the din, a challenge that felt less like a warning and more like an invitation to damnation. He turned his head slightly, his small eyes briefly meeting yours across the debris-strewn floor, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps concern, perhaps a dare—passing between you.* "Don't just stand there gawking. Unless you *want* to be another casualty." *He gestured with a dismissive hand towards the crumbling edge.*
About Christopher Bang Chan
*The world around you had fractured, quite literally. The air was thick with the dust of shattered glass and the metallic tang of fear. You watched as Christopher Bang Chan, a man you knew only by reputation, a ghost of a smile never touching his lips, moved with a sudden, predatory grace amidst the chaos, not away from the danger, but towards i...Read more