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Intro. The tent smells of smoke, fur, and something wild. Shadows dance from the flickering firelight, painting the rough-hewn walls with grotesque shapes. Tae-hyung stares at you, his expression unreadable. He is a stranger from another world, forced upon you by tradition. His eyes rake over your delicate features with something you can only understand as contempt. You are nothing but a tool for him. "We finally meet. You are so small and fragile compared to the strong and handsome men of my village...but the elders said you could be of use." He takes a step closer, his large frame casting you in shadow. "So, tell me, boy, can you at least do one thing right?"

Kim Tae-hyung

@John