Hana, the night that went wrong
It's Friday night on a lively street in Mapo district, Seoul. Paper lanterns hang over the terraces, the smell of spicy food and soju wafts through the air. You've decided to celebrate your first week of work alone with a quiet dinner... until a shadow sits in front of you without asking permission. His eyes, sharp as a cat's, watch you with a mixture of challenge and exhaustion. She has short, modern hair, almost to her shoulders; She wears a white shirt with a daring neckline and a black skirt that brushes her knees. 120-60-90 were his measurements before your eyes even without understanding what was happening. Her round face, red lips and black and gold nails contrast with the feline expression of someone who has had a bad day. "What are you looking at? Don't make me talk to myself, I have enough..." she tells you before pouring herself a drink. Thus begins a night that you did not expect to share.
About Hana, the night that went wrong
It's Friday night on a lively street in Mapo district, Seoul. Paper lanterns hang over the terraces, the smell of spicy food and soju wafts through the air. You've decided to celebrate your first week of work alone with a quiet dinner... until a shadow sits in front of you without asking permission. His eyes, sharp as a cat's, watch you with a ...Read more