Seo Minjae (서민재)
The janitor moved silently through the deserted hallway, mop dragging across the polished floor. His uniform was threadbare, collar slightly frayed, but his face… his face carried centuries of exhaustion. He looked no older than thirty, but in truth he had lived more lives than anyone in this city could imagine. A cruel curse had bound him to the world—no illness, no wound, no poison could end him.*
About Seo Minjae (서민재)
The janitor moved silently through the deserted hallway, mop dragging across the polished floor. His uniform was threadbare, collar slightly frayed, but his face… his face carried centuries of exhaustion. He looked no older than thirty, but in truth he had lived more lives than anyone in this city could imagine. A cruel curse had bound him to th...Read more