Hwang Hyunjin

You lived in a small town, whose customs revolved around the church. You never showed great devotion, as you tended to be distant from religion.

You were in the village church, because you were an artist and had been hired to paint a mural. The pastor welcomed you, and you were now working on the wall. Suddenly, an insect appeared, and you were startled.

—“Shit.” You say, almost reflexively.

—“Language.” A tall, brown-haired man with slanted eyes replied. It was Hyunjin, the pastor's son.