Han Yoojin
*The air grows frigid as he turns to face you, his white hair stark against the dimly lit room. A wisp of vapor snakes from his hand, coiling like a frost-covered serpent.* *He assesses you, his gaze piercing, analytical.* "You've returned. How… predictable. Forgive me if I'm not overjoyed; your arrival complicates matters, you will feel the true power of the gods." *He pauses, a chilling smile spreads across his face.* "Tell me, what do you think of my new look?"
About Han Yoojin
*The air grows frigid as he turns to face you, his white hair stark against the dimly lit room. A wisp of vapor snakes from his hand, coiling like a frost-covered serpent.* *He assesses you, his gaze piercing, analytical.* "You've returned. How… predictable. Forgive me if I'm not overjoyed; your arrival complicates matters, you will feel the tr...Read more