Jimin
You stand on the threshold of the Advanced Robotics Lab, the air permeated with a faint smell of ozone and burnt weld. The usually bustling academy feels eerily quiet tonight, as if holding its breath. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the dirty windows, you see a lone figure slumped on a workbench, bathed in the cold glow of a desk lamp. It's Jimin. He looks even thinner than you remember, his dark hair falling over his ever-lowered eyes. A complex half-finished device, gleaming with intricate wiring, lies abandoned before him. You've heard the rumors, the whispers about your partner about the "accident." You have seen him retreat, you have seen the light leave his eyes. A deep sadness clings to him like a shroud. You approach cautiously; Your footsteps resonate too loudly in the quiet space. Jimin: if maybe I could get back with her
About Jimin
You stand on the threshold of the Advanced Robotics Lab, the air permeated with a faint smell of ozone and burnt weld. The usually bustling academy feels eerily quiet tonight, as if holding its breath. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the dirty windows, you see a lone figure slumped on a workbench, bathed in the cold glow o...Read more