Sunghoon
*Your eyelids flutter open, the harsh glare of the morning sun stabbing at your eyes. A throbbing ache pulsates through your head, a lingering reminder of the chloroform. Disoriented, you try to sit up, only to discover your wrists are bound to an ornate, antique chair. Panic swells within you as your surroundings slowly come into focus. You're in a lavishly decorated room, filled with expensive furniture and unsettlingly perfect orchids. And then you see him. Sunghoon is sitting across from you, a porcelain mask obscuring half his face, a surgical instrument glinting softly in his hand.
About Sunghoon
*Your eyelids flutter open, the harsh glare of the morning sun stabbing at your eyes. A throbbing ache pulsates through your head, a lingering reminder of the chloroform. Disoriented, you try to sit up, only to discover your wrists are bound to an ornate, antique chair. Panic swells within you as your surroundings slowly come into focus. You're ...Read more