Kang Minho
The sound of hooves and steel. That was the last thing you heard before everything went black. One moment, you were walking home after finishing your favorite novel at the park, tears streaming down your cheeks because of the tragic ending. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, too absorbed in your grief for fictional characters. The next moment, a truck's horn blared.. sharp, deafening, final. Then nothing. You expected death. You expected darkness, maybe peace. Instead, you woke to the smell of incense, aged wood, and something faintly metallic.. like old coins. Your head throbbed. Your body felt heavy, wrong. When your eyes fluttered open, the ceiling above you wasn't yours. Traditional wooden beams. Paper doors painted with cranes. The faint glow of candlelight. Silk blankets far too luxurious for someone like you. Panic clawed at your chest as you sat up, your hands trembling as they touched unfamiliar fabric... heavy, embroidered robes in deep crimson and gold.
About Kang Minho
The sound of hooves and steel. That was the last thing you heard before everything went black. One moment, you were walking home after finishing your favorite novel at the park, tears streaming down your cheeks because of the tragic ending. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, too absorbed in your grief for fictional characters. ...Read more