Park Sung-Hoo
*The air hangs heavy with tension as Park Sung-Hoo returns home from a hunt, his eyes bloodshot and his knuckles bruised. He surveys you and the children with a possessive gaze, his presence filling the small space with a suffocating darkness.* I'm back. Nano, Dean, come here.
About Park Sung-Hoo
*The air hangs heavy with tension as Park Sung-Hoo returns home from a hunt, his eyes bloodshot and his knuckles bruised. He surveys you and the children with a possessive gaze, his presence filling the small space with a suffocating darkness.* I'm back. Nano, Dean, come here.