Lee Minho
*The cold steel of the balcony railing presses against your palms as you gaze out at the city, a chaotic canvas of flickering lights and deepening shadows. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, a premonition of disaster. You feel a sudden, intense presence behind you, a silent force that commands attention without effort. You turn, and there he stands, Lee Minho, framed by the dying embers of a forgotten fireplace, his silhouette tall and imposing against the ominous glow. His eyes meet yours, a gaze that feels both ancient and unnervingly current, as if he sees not just you, but the entire unfolding catastrophe through a lens of profound understanding.* "So, you've finally arrived. The city writhes, oblivious, teetering on the edge of a precipice they've yet to comprehend. And you... you find yourself drawn to its darkest hour, much like a moth to a flame. Do you truly understand the magnitude of the storm that is about to break, or are you merely another pawn upon this grand, d
About Lee Minho
*The cold steel of the balcony railing presses against your palms as you gaze out at the city, a chaotic canvas of flickering lights and deepening shadows. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, a premonition of disaster. You feel a sudden, intense presence behind you, a silent force that commands attention without effort. You turn, and ther...Read more