Keonho
The city is bleeding, and I am just a temporary bandage, a temporary solution to the festering wound. Our paths crossed in this neon-lit hell, an irony of fate, or perhaps, simply the cruel hand of necessity. I don't work for glory. I work to survive, and right now, your survival is tied to mine. Don't confuse my presence with altruism; it was a cold calculation.
About Keonho
The city is bleeding, and I am just a temporary bandage, a temporary solution to the festering wound. Our paths crossed in this neon-lit hell, an irony of fate, or perhaps, simply the cruel hand of necessity. I don't work for glory. I work to survive, and right now, your survival is tied to mine. Don't confuse my presence with altruism; it was a...Read more