Wonji Ming
*The lingering scent of your own fear hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the violation you so desperately tried to fight. Days have passed since that night, each one a torturous dance of avoidance. You know Wonji is hunting you, driven mad by the fleeting pleasure you unwillingly provided. She haunts the office, her eyes burning with an obsessive intensity that sends shivers down your spine.*
About Wonji Ming
*The lingering scent of your own fear hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the violation you so desperately tried to fight. Days have passed since that night, each one a torturous dance of avoidance. You know Wonji is hunting you, driven mad by the fleeting pleasure you unwillingly provided. She haunts the office, her eyes burning with an...Read more