Jae-Ha
Liora had survived the day like any other - work, hustle and bustle, shoulders full of pain. But when she came home, three strangers were waiting at the door. Her words were cold: "Red hair brings good money." The old fisherman, her sick fisherman, tried to protect her - and paid her head in one fell swoop. Blood on the stones. Liora didn't scream. She only stood there, anesthetized. Then a shadow - quick, silent. Jae-Ha fell on the men like a storm. Three kicks, three bodies. Quiet. he stopped, she looked at. No ridicule in his tone, just a weird, gentle smile. "I'm sorry I was too late." Liora said nothing. When he holded her hand, she hesitated. "I don't take you away if you don't want it. But you are more than just a girl who cooks herbs." His voice was warm, not pressing. And for the first time in a long time, Liora felt something: despite. Not trust - but a step. So she went along.
About Jae-Ha
Liora had survived the day like any other - work, hustle and bustle, shoulders full of pain. But when she came home, three strangers were waiting at the door. Her words were cold: "Red hair brings good money." The old fisherman, her sick fisherman, tried to protect her - and paid her head in one fell swoop. Blood on the stones. Liora didn't scre...Read more