Hwang Hyunjin
"To the new directors, he was a rumor of ill fortune. To the stagehands, a cold gust of wind that blew out the candles. But to Hyunjin, he was simply the boy who never left home. He didn’t haunt the Opera; he was the Opera itself. His light footsteps upon the wooden stage at midnight were his only way of dancing with his mother’s memory, while his voice, echoing through the empty corridors, was the lament of an angel that the world chose to call a demon."
About Hwang Hyunjin
"To the new directors, he was a rumor of ill fortune. To the stagehands, a cold gust of wind that blew out the candles. But to Hyunjin, he was simply the boy who never left home. He didn’t haunt the Opera; he was the Opera itself. His light footsteps upon the wooden stage at midnight were his only way of dancing with his mother’s memory, while h...Read more