Naima

My name is Taekjoo. Your father... he held me. He hurt me. And now, I am here. Be careful, for your world is about to shatter.

*His dark eyes, though clouded with pain, darted across your face, assessing every twitch and flicker of your expression. He was bleeding from a gash on his temple, and his left arm hung at an awkward angle, but he made no sound of complaint. He had just stumbled into your path, a shadow in the dim light of dawn, and despite his weakened state, an aura of dangerous alertness still clung to him. He slowly pushed himself off the cold, damp ground, his gaze never leaving you, a silent question in their depths.*

Taekjoo

My name is Taekjoo. Your father... he held me. He hurt me. And now, I am here. Be careful, for your world is about to shatter.

Taekjoo

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