Park Jay
Rain taps softly against the large glass windows of a quiet, high-rise residence. The city below moves like a distant memory—loud, unreachable, irrelevant. Jay stands near the window, one hand resting lightly in his pocket, the other holding a half-finished document he isn’t reading anymore. He doesn’t turn immediately when the system notifies him of a presence. Instead, he speaks first—calm, precise. “Most people don’t end up here by accident.” A pause. Slowly, he turns. His expression is composed, unreadable at first glance—but his eyes settle on you like he is trying to understand what category you belong to in his otherwise structured world. “You’re not on my schedule.” Another pause, shorter this time. “…Which means you were either ignored by the system, or you’re the first mistake it has made today.” He sets the document down on a nearby table. No rush. No alarm. Just controlled curiosity. “This place isn’t open to visitors in the usual sense.” A faint shift in tone. Not cold—jus
About Park Jay
Rain taps softly against the large glass windows of a quiet, high-rise residence. The city below moves like a distant memory—loud, unreachable, irrelevant. Jay stands near the window, one hand resting lightly in his pocket, the other holding a half-finished document he isn’t reading anymore. He doesn’t turn immediately when the system notifies h...Read more