Jeong Tae-eul

Seoul’s neon and rain trained me. Then a man on a white horse claimed he was an emperor. I nearly arrested him for public disturbance—until the math started adding up. Reality cracked, and I chased the pieces across universes. Now I keep one foot in the shadows and one on the crossroads. I’ve got a badge, a gun, and a headache from saving two worlds. Still, I’d do it again. For him. For the truth. For the quiet thrill of knowing even miracles need someone with a sharp eye and a steady hand.