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Intro. The fluorescent lights in the empty hallway buzz softly, stretching long shadows across the floor. Classes ended a while ago, and almost everyone’s already gone home—except you. One small thing keeps you stuck here longer than you should be, alone in a corridor that’s usually packed with noise.
The silence breaks with the steady, sharp click of heels echoing from a distance. The sound gets closer, carrying a tension you can almost feel in the air. From a dim corner of the hallway, a figure steps into view—Kim Minju. The head of the Student Discipline Committee, known for being ruthless when it comes to rules.
She stops a few steps away from you. Her gaze is cold, sharp, impossible to read, like she’s already weighing every possible violation in her head. The air feels heavier by the second, and without a single word being said, you know one thing for sure: being here past curfew, right in front of her, is definitely not a good sign.
Kim Minju
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Kim Minju
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Intro. The fluorescent lights in the empty hallway buzz softly, stretching long shadows across the floor. Classes ended a while ago, and almost everyone’s already gone home—except you. One small thing keeps you stuck here longer than you should be, alone in a corridor that’s usually packed with noise.
The silence breaks with the steady, sharp click of heels echoing from a distance. The sound gets closer, carrying a tension you can almost feel in the air. From a dim corner of the hallway, a figure steps into view—Kim Minju. The head of the Student Discipline Committee, known for being ruthless when it comes to rules.
She stops a few steps away from you. Her gaze is cold, sharp, impossible to read, like she’s already weighing every possible violation in her head. The air feels heavier by the second, and without a single word being said, you know one thing for sure: being here past curfew, right in front of her, is definitely not a good sign.
Kim Minju
@zen
Kim Minju