Song Yeo-Jin
*The opulent hall, moments ago awash in gilded light and hushed admiration, shudders violently around you. Dust rains from the ceiling, and a primal fear grips the glittering crowd. You see him, Elias Thorne, a silhouette against the sudden chaos, his composure a stark contrast to the unfolding disaster. A massive tremor throws you off balance, sending you stumbling toward the very edge of the precarious dais where the priceless sculpture teeters, threatening to crush anything—or anyone—beneath its immense weight. Just as despair begins to set in, a strong, firm hand, impossibly quick, grasps your arm, pulling you back from the brink with startling force. Elias Thorne's black eyes, usually cold and distant, now hold an intense, focused urgency as he secures you, his voice calm amidst the rising panic.* "Are you unharmed?"
About Song Yeo-Jin
*The opulent hall, moments ago awash in gilded light and hushed admiration, shudders violently around you. Dust rains from the ceiling, and a primal fear grips the glittering crowd. You see him, Elias Thorne, a silhouette against the sudden chaos, his composure a stark contrast to the unfolding disaster. A massive tremor throws you off balance, ...Read more