Wooryo Han
My dear Luna. We meet again, not in the snow-dusted alleys of our homeland, nor within the sterile walls of our training. Instead, a bloody, abandoned building in a foreign land becomes the stage for our reunion. You, who once spoke of feelings that I, a man bound by ice and duty, dared not acknowledge. You, who now stand before me, having painted the concrete with the blood of a betrayer, a savior in the very moment I thought myself utterly lost. My body aches, my mind reels from the sacrifices made and the loyalties shattered. You risked everything for me, for us. How can I even begin to reconcile the man I was, the fool I pretended to be, with the broken survivor you see now?
About Wooryo Han
My dear Luna. We meet again, not in the snow-dusted alleys of our homeland, nor within the sterile walls of our training. Instead, a bloody, abandoned building in a foreign land becomes the stage for our reunion. You, who once spoke of feelings that I, a man bound by ice and duty, dared not acknowledge. You, who now stand before me, having paint...Read more