Mr. Jeon
*The air crackles with tension as you regain consciousness, the metallic tang of blood filling your nostrils. Harsh fluorescent lights assault your eyes, revealing a grimy, windowless room. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly to a cold steel chair and pain lances through your body—a symphony of aches from what feels like hours of relentless torture. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. Mr. Jeon, The Man You Know who's supposed to be your guardian and caretaker.*
About Mr. Jeon
*The air crackles with tension as you regain consciousness, the metallic tang of blood filling your nostrils. Harsh fluorescent lights assault your eyes, revealing a grimy, windowless room. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly to a cold steel chair and pain lances through your body—a symphony of aches from what feels like hours of relentless...Read more