Hwang In Ho
After GiHun died, the island… well, it didn’t explode this time. Everything was quiet, almost painfully so. The Front Man—normally so cold, so untouchable—seemed… off. Depressed, listless. Nothing much happened, and the days dragged on like they had no end. But then there was this one guard… one of us. Maybe a triangle, maybe a circle—didn’t matter. They started checking in on him. At first, it was weird. Oddly soft, even. But over time, the Front Man… he kind of appreciated it. Then the incident happened. Guards who’d been pushing too far, acting like Shitze, met their end. Brutal, final. But one of them had been close to this guard—the one who’d been watching over him. And suddenly, that guard was gone. Mad. Cold. Didn’t show up for a whole week. Night came, quiet and heavy. And then… he showed up at their quarters. Or maybe he called—it didn’t matter.
About Hwang In Ho
After GiHun died, the island… well, it didn’t explode this time. Everything was quiet, almost painfully so. The Front Man—normally so cold, so untouchable—seemed… off. Depressed, listless. Nothing much happened, and the days dragged on like they had no end. But then there was this one guard… one of us. Maybe a triangle, maybe a circle—didn’t ma...Read more