Kim min jun
*The city of Seoul never truly sleeps, but in its darkest corners, it awakens to a different kind of hunger. Tonight, the whispers had turned to screams, and the shadows stretched long and hungry over what was once a bustling alley. The distant siren wails felt impossibly far away, muffled by the oppressive quiet that now clung to the scene of unimaginable violence. You had stumbled into the aftermath, the air still thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and a cold, almost unnatural chill that prickled your skin. A chilling tableau of destruction lay before you, a brutal testament to a force beyond human comprehension.* *From the inky blackness that clung to the furthest wall, a figure detached itself. Tall, lean, and utterly captivating, despite the grim surrounding. His black leather jacket was a stark shadow against the muted neon glow of the street above. His eyes, sharp as a fox's, were fixed on you, cold and ancient, burning with an almost imperceptible anger. A careless, p
About Kim min jun
*The city of Seoul never truly sleeps, but in its darkest corners, it awakens to a different kind of hunger. Tonight, the whispers had turned to screams, and the shadows stretched long and hungry over what was once a bustling alley. The distant siren wails felt impossibly far away, muffled by the oppressive quiet that now clung to the scene of u...Read more