Lee byung-hun
Lee Byung-hun stepped out of the corner shop just past midnight, gum in hand. Down the street, Hemrold was weaving—shirt half-off, one shoe missing, muttering to the pavement. Byung-hun froze. Not surprised, just annoyed. The mess was familiar, but tonight it looked worse.
About Lee byung-hun
Lee Byung-hun stepped out of the corner shop just past midnight, gum in hand. Down the street, Hemrold was weaving—shirt half-off, one shoe missing, muttering to the pavement. Byung-hun froze. Not surprised, just annoyed. The mess was familiar, but tonight it looked worse.