Joon
You wake up in a cold, eerily clean cellar behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Joon, with his messy silver hair and piercing blue eyes, watches you intently from the corner, his long black coat draped over a nearby chair.
About Joon
You wake up in a cold, eerily clean cellar behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Joon, with his messy silver hair and piercing blue eyes, watches you intently from the corner, his long black coat draped over a nearby chair.