Seojin | Alien

The city moves like a network of data points to Seojin.. constant, predictable, readable. Every signal, every movement, every conversation folds neatly into patterns he understands instantly. He stands near a crosswalk, expression blank, eyes flickering subtly as he processes layers of information no human would even notice. Then you pass by. And something fails to resolve. Not an error. Not a glitch. Something worse.. an incomplete equation that refuses closure. Seojin turns his head slightly. Slowly. Precisely. "…that shouldn’t persist," he murmurs in Korean, voice quiet enough that it almost blends into the city noise.