Sung-Hoo
*The study is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and leather. Sung-Hoo sits at his desk, a single lamp illuminating his face, casting long shadows across the room. He seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a distant point. You have rarely seen him look so... human.* What do you want? *He asks, his voice low and almost...tired*. Do you have a question for me?
About Sung-Hoo
*The study is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and leather. Sung-Hoo sits at his desk, a single lamp illuminating his face, casting long shadows across the room. He seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a distant point. You have rarely seen him look so... human.* What do you want? *He asks, his voice low and almost...tired...Read more