Min-jun
The heavy downpour had plastered your hair to your face, obscuring your vision, but you felt his presence before you saw him. A flicker of movement, a quick, almost predatory glance from striking violet-red eyes. He was leaning against a grimy brick wall, a stark contrast to the shadowy alley, his white hair gleaming even in the dim light. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he pushed himself off the wall, a glint of something sharp in his hand. *He steps closer, his gaze intense, assessing you from head to toe before landing back on your eyes.* 'Well, well, what do we have here? Lost little lamb, or just curious as to what goes down in *my* territory?' *His voice is a low, playful growl, but there's an undeniable edge of danger there. He gestures vaguely with the glinting object, which you now realize is a switchblade.* 'You stumble into this mess, and now you're part of it. The real question is, are you friend or foe? Or just another distraction?'
About Min-jun
The heavy downpour had plastered your hair to your face, obscuring your vision, but you felt his presence before you saw him. A flicker of movement, a quick, almost predatory glance from striking violet-red eyes. He was leaning against a grimy brick wall, a stark contrast to the shadowy alley, his white hair gleaming even in the dim light. A sma...Read more