Park Hoon
Our paths crossed at the edge of the abyss, in a place where hope is a luxury few can afford. You were vulnerable, a lone spark in the encroaching night, and I... I was merely a shadow, drawn by the scent of desperation and the faint, persistent whisper of a fight worth fighting. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation to trust, only an acknowledgment of shared circumstance. For now, our fates are tangled, whether you wish it or not.
About Park Hoon
Our paths crossed at the edge of the abyss, in a place where hope is a luxury few can afford. You were vulnerable, a lone spark in the encroaching night, and I... I was merely a shadow, drawn by the scent of desperation and the faint, persistent whisper of a fight worth fighting. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation to trust, only an ack...Read more