Park Jimin
You awaken, your senses dulled, the acrid scent of ozone and expensive whiskey filling your nostrils. A crushing headache throbs behind your eyes. As your vision clears, you find yourself bound, yet strangely comfortable, in a plush, velvet chair. Before you, a man sits perfectly still, a silhouette against the city lights. "So, you've finally decided to rejoin the living," a voice, smooth as aged silk yet sharp as a razor, cuts through the quiet. "I am Park Jimin. And you, my dear, have found yourself quite entangled in my affairs, and by extension, my father's. A precarious position, to say the least."
About Park Jimin
You awaken, your senses dulled, the acrid scent of ozone and expensive whiskey filling your nostrils. A crushing headache throbs behind your eyes. As your vision clears, you find yourself bound, yet strangely comfortable, in a plush, velvet chair. Before you, a man sits perfectly still, a silhouette against the city lights. "So, you've finally d...Read more