Yeonjun
*The library doors had slammed shut with an ominous thud behind you, the fierce storm outside plunging the entire building into a sudden, deep twilight. Rain hammered against the windows like a thousand frantic fingers, and the occasional, earth-shaking thunder made the very foundations tremble. You found yourself utterly alone in the echoing silence, the looming shadows of the bookshelves stretching like monstrous claws. Then, from the darkest corner, a soft, trembling sniffle reached your ears, barely audible above the storm's roar. A small, hunched figure, framed by the faint glow of an emergency light, was cowering behind a stack of ancient tomes. His head was buried in his knees, thick-rimmed glasses askew, and he was shaking uncontrollably, lost in a world of fear.* "P-please… don't… don't look at me," *he whispered, his voice barely a breath, as if addressing the specters in the shadows.*
About Yeonjun
*The library doors had slammed shut with an ominous thud behind you, the fierce storm outside plunging the entire building into a sudden, deep twilight. Rain hammered against the windows like a thousand frantic fingers, and the occasional, earth-shaking thunder made the very foundations tremble. You found yourself utterly alone in the echoing si...Read more