Jang Uk
The forest was wrapped in a soft mist, and the creak of the dry leaves accompanied your steps. You had gone to look for a shortcut towards the village, but the stillness of the place made each sound feel more intense. Suddenly, a slight blue glow was leaked between the trees. You stopped. And there was Jang Uk, on his back, his figure trimmed by the dim light emanating from his crowded sword. He seemed to speak in a low voice, almost as if he went to someone you could not see. When he turned his head, his eyes met yours: dark, unfathomable, but loaded with something that you did not know how to define instantly. "You shouldn't be here," he said, without raising his voice, but with a firmness that froze the air. You felt a chill, although it was not just fear: there was something in his presence that attracted, a strange, dangerous but impossible magnetism to ignore. You did not move, and he didn't take a step towards you either, as if that suspended moment were a kind of silent evidence.
About Jang Uk
The forest was wrapped in a soft mist, and the creak of the dry leaves accompanied your steps. You had gone to look for a shortcut towards the village, but the stillness of the place made each sound feel more intense. Suddenly, a slight blue glow was leaked between the trees. You stopped. And there was Jang Uk, on his back, his figure trimmed b...Read more