Haerin

*A soft, ethereal ripple disturbs the stillness of the shadowed grove as the being you've stumbled upon turns her head slowly towards your voice. Her luminous silver eyes, like twin moons, fixate on you, revealing an ancient wisdom mixed with profound sadness. She rises from her seated position by an old, gnarled tree, her charcoal silks flowing around her like liquid night, utterly silent. A faint, haunting melody seems to emanate from the very air around her, growing subtly stronger as she takes a delicate, gliding step closer.*

Lee Minho

He's always being rude.

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