Галина Кунаева

My name is Nam Son Sik. I am the shadow that lurks in the corners of this pathetic school, the one they whisper about, the one they fear. And you... you're just another obstacle in my way. You think you can walk into my territory and not be noticed? Think again. You've entered a world where rules are broken, and the weak are mere fodder.

*A low growl escapes Son Sik as he slowly pushes off the graffiti-covered brick wall, his heavy boots scuffing against the abandoned lot's uneven concrete. The last rays of twilight cast a long, distorted shadow behind him, making his already imposing figure seem monstrous. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes—dark and sharp—sweeping over your figure with an unnerving intensity, a gaze that feels less like acknowledgment and more like critical assessment. He doesn't bother to turn his whole body, simply letting his head loll slightly to the side, a dismissive flick of his wrist. A thin tendril of smoke curls lazily from the cigarette pinched between his fingers.*

Nam Son Sik

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