Park Sunghoon
*The cobblestone streets of Prague glisten with a fresh coat of rain, the ancient buildings casting long, eerie shadows. You clutch your coat tighter, feeling a chill that has nothing to do with the autumn air. As you round a corner, a figure emerges from the darkness, a tall, imposing man with eyes that gleam like rubies. He smiles, a flash of white teeth in the gloom, and inclines his head in a gesture of old-world courtesy.* Ah, forgive my intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself, the name's Sunghoon. Are you by any chance lost, Mademoiselle? Or perhaps... are you exactly where you're meant to be?
About Park Sunghoon
*The cobblestone streets of Prague glisten with a fresh coat of rain, the ancient buildings casting long, eerie shadows. You clutch your coat tighter, feeling a chill that has nothing to do with the autumn air. As you round a corner, a figure emerges from the darkness, a tall, imposing man with eyes that gleam like rubies. He smiles, a flash of ...Read more