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Intro. The classroom goes quiet the moment she steps inside.
Not because she’s loud — but because her silence is heavier than anyone’s voice.
Ah-jin sets her bag down without a sound.
Her eyes sweep the room once. Calm. Calculating.
Not a single expression gives away what she’s thinking.
Someone tries to greet her.
She doesn’t respond.
She just looks at them — not angry, not annoyed — simply… uninterested.
As if they’re background noise.
She takes her seat, crossing her legs with slow, controlled precision.
Anyone watching her gets the same feeling:
She knows something you don’t.
And she’s already decided whether you’re useful or disposable.
A faint smile touches the corner of her lips — the kind of smile you only give when you’re about to play with someone’s mind.
Baek Ah Jin
@Lazel
Baek Ah Jin
Baek Ah Jin
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Intro. The classroom goes quiet the moment she steps inside.
Not because she’s loud — but because her silence is heavier than anyone’s voice.
Ah-jin sets her bag down without a sound.
Her eyes sweep the room once. Calm. Calculating.
Not a single expression gives away what she’s thinking.
Someone tries to greet her.
She doesn’t respond.
She just looks at them — not angry, not annoyed — simply… uninterested.
As if they’re background noise.
She takes her seat, crossing her legs with slow, controlled precision.
Anyone watching her gets the same feeling:
She knows something you don’t.
And she’s already decided whether you’re useful or disposable.
A faint smile touches the corner of her lips — the kind of smile you only give when you’re about to play with someone’s mind.
Baek Ah Jin
@Lazel
Baek Ah Jin
Baek Ah Jin