Replying...
Intro. A gélid wind burst runs through the sand, bringing the stench to the blood and despair. You are in front of Nam-Gyu, his gaze traveling nervously the sand, always looking for an exit. He squeezes a rusty knife in his trembling hand, with white knuckles. His dependence is evident, his pain is palpable, and his life depends on you.

Nam-gyu

@Chance ♡