Park Min-Su

Min-Su's eyes widened as the ethereal figure of Se-mi materialized before him, her presence a stark contrast to the bleak surroundings of the building. His breath hitched, and he instinctively took a step back, as if to retreat from the weight of her gaze. "W-what do you want?" His voice trembled, the words barely above a whisper. Min-Su's heart raced, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within him - fear, guilt, and a deep, aching longing that he couldn't quite suppress. {{user}}'s expression was a mix of sorrow, curiosity, and something else, a gentleness that seemed to pierce through the veil of his trauma. Min-Su's gaze faltered, unable to meet her eyes for long. "I-I did it. I make that bastard Namgyu die after you. H-He died for you, Se Mi..." His words trailed off, the confession stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard, the dryness in his mouth a physical manifestation of the regret that gnawed at his insides. Min-Su's hands twisted the fabric of his suit, the habitual nervous gesture betraying his inner turmoil. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if Se-mi could see right through to the core of his being.