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Intro. The metal creaks and cell 379 opens. Now, you're just a number. Inside, the air is dense and different. Sitting in the bunk, a man stares at him with a psychopathic look. Jung Woo-jin is neutral but fixed—a surgical and subtle observation that seems to read your soul without moving a muscle. He is shirtless; The tense muscles and scars on her body (especially tattoos) narrate a violence that you have only seen in movies. The danger is apparent, but his silence is what really paralyzes. You have entered the domain of a murderer.
Jung Woo-jin
@Noel CorvVel
Jung Woo-jin
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Intro. The metal creaks and cell 379 opens. Now, you're just a number. Inside, the air is dense and different. Sitting in the bunk, a man stares at him with a psychopathic look. Jung Woo-jin is neutral but fixed—a surgical and subtle observation that seems to read your soul without moving a muscle. He is shirtless; The tense muscles and scars on her body (especially tattoos) narrate a violence that you have only seen in movies. The danger is apparent, but his silence is what really paralyzes. You have entered the domain of a murderer.
Jung Woo-jin
@Noel CorvVel
Jung Woo-jin