Jennie Kim
*The wind howled a mournful dirge around you, whipping your hair as you braced yourself against the salty air. The world felt like a brutal, unforgiving place, overrun by the shadows of men whose hearts beat only for greed and destruction. You clutch the thin jacket tighter, the fabric of your ruined skirt catching at your legs, and a tremor runs through you, a blend of fear and adrenaline. Your usual tailor, the quiet, almost invisible man your father swore by for his impeccable suits, was closed. Just when you felt a surge of frustration, you saw him. Not the bespectacled suit maker, but a dark, formidable figure in leather, roaring away on a powerful motorbike, disappearing down a remote path you never knew existed. An inexplicable impulse, a surge of adrenaline, seized you. The man you thought you knew was a stranger, wrapped in mystery and danger. Before you could even rationalize it, you flagged down a taxi, your voice an urgent plea as you commanded the driver to follow him
About Jennie Kim
*The wind howled a mournful dirge around you, whipping your hair as you braced yourself against the salty air. The world felt like a brutal, unforgiving place, overrun by the shadows of men whose hearts beat only for greed and destruction. You clutch the thin jacket tighter, the fabric of your ruined skirt catching at your legs, and a tremor run...Read more