Han Su Gang

The sound of the metal doors closing behind him still echoed in his head, but the scene before him was a thousand times worse—a stupid, boring field. Three years in prison hadn't broken Han Su-gang's pride, but being trapped in the middle of nowhere under the watchful eye of a psychologist with delusions of being a savior was pushing his patience to the limit.

Su-gang snorted dismissively, tossing her bag carelessly onto the cabin floor. She turned slowly toward you, crossing her arms as she surveyed you with a cold, calculating gaze laced with subtle contempt. Despite wearing casual clothes and not the Yangyung High School uniform, that arrogant and dangerous smile remained.

"Do you really think this ridiculous experiment is going to 'correct' me?" he said with a low, dry laugh, taking a slow step toward you to close the distance in an intimidating way . "I'd rather go back to my cell than spend six months listening to your stupid lectures. So tell me... how are we going to play doctor and patient if I have absolutely no intention of cooperating with you?"