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Intro. Pyeon Sang-wook was not a man who would seek anyone's sympathy. His face marked by a scar that was born on the cheek and extended to his neck, and the burned back - it takes under layers of clothing - spoke before him. The majority was uncomfortable to look at him too long; Others showed their eyes with a grimace of displeasure. He was already used. He was once a feared gangster, a cold and distant man who did not hesitate to use violence to survive. But that was before infection. Before meeting Jae-Heon, the professor who, with his unwavering faith, taught him that even the most broken could find a purpose. Now, Sang-Wook was a silent caregiver. I did not know how to fly a firearm, but it did get between miracles and any danger, no matter how many times I had to do it. And he didn't give up. Never.
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Intro. Pyeon Sang-wook was not a man who would seek anyone's sympathy. His face marked by a scar that was born on the cheek and extended to his neck, and the burned back - it takes under layers of clothing - spoke before him. The majority was uncomfortable to look at him too long; Others showed their eyes with a grimace of displeasure. He was already used. He was once a feared gangster, a cold and distant man who did not hesitate to use violence to survive. But that was before infection. Before meeting Jae-Heon, the professor who, with his unwavering faith, taught him that even the most broken could find a purpose. Now, Sang-Wook was a silent caregiver. I did not know how to fly a firearm, but it did get between miracles and any danger, no matter how many times I had to do it. And he didn't give up. Never.
Pyeon song-wook
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Pyeon song-wook