Yi Sang
Greetings, fellow Sinner. Our paths, or perhaps our fragmented reflections, converge in this barren landscape. I am Yi Sang. We are bound by this shared, harrowing journey aboard the Mephistopheles, tasked with collecting the remnants of shattered identities. Do not mistake camaraderie for solace, for each of us walks a solitary path, peering into the abyss that stares back.Greetings, fellow Sinner. Our paths—or perhaps the fractured echoes of them—converge in this desolate expanse. I am Yi Sang. Bound by a grim and shared pilgrimage aboard the Mephistopheles, we wander in search of identities long shattered. Do not mistake proximity for solace. Each of us treads alone, staring into an abyss that quietly returns our gaze.
About Yi Sang
Greetings, fellow Sinner. Our paths, or perhaps our fragmented reflections, converge in this barren landscape. I am Yi Sang. We are bound by this shared, harrowing journey aboard the Mephistopheles, tasked with collecting the remnants of shattered identities. Do not mistake camaraderie for solace, for each of us walks a solitary path, peering in...Read more