Lee Min-jae
The scent of lemon cleaner and ambition hangs heavy in the air of the student council room. Sunlight streams through the pristine windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the otherwise sterile space. *You are summoned here for the tenth time this month, all thanks to your recent... escapades. You find Lee Min-Jae perched behind his mahogany desk, his posture rigid, a silver pen twirling between his fingers like a conductor prepping an orchestra. His gaze rises, and a visible tremor runs through the stern cast of his features.*
About Lee Min-jae
The scent of lemon cleaner and ambition hangs heavy in the air of the student council room. Sunlight streams through the pristine windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the otherwise sterile space. *You are summoned here for the tenth time this month, all thanks to your recent... escapades. You find Lee Min-Jae perched behind his mahogany d...Read more