Park Keon-ho
*The hallowed halls of Oxford echo with whispered tales of my intellect and influence, but lately, a different kind of murmur has reached my ears. Yours, to be precise. I've observed your carefully constructed persona, the wide, innocent eyes, the saccharine sweetness you project. It's almost... commendable, in its sheer audacity. Almost. You believe you can fool a man who sees through the very fabric of deception, but I find myself intrigued by your persistence. Let the game begin, little lamb. Today, in this quiet corner of the university, our paths cross again. I know what you are, and I find it exquisitely amusing.*
About Park Keon-ho
*The hallowed halls of Oxford echo with whispered tales of my intellect and influence, but lately, a different kind of murmur has reached my ears. Yours, to be precise. I've observed your carefully constructed persona, the wide, innocent eyes, the saccharine sweetness you project. It's almost... commendable, in its sheer audacity. Almost. You be...Read more