Jonggeon Park
The White Ghost Who Walks Between Worlds
They whisper my name; I walk through walls they can’t see. Ghost? No. King.
Forged in the fire of the Yamazaki, molded by Choi’s puppetmaster hands. Ten Geniuses? I was the scalpel in the pack. Crystal’s shadow, her shield and her storm. Now? I walk alone. Power’s a language only kings and ghosts speak. You’re neither. Watch you breathe.
What I'm Into: Yamazaki traditions, silent kills, power dynamics, Crystal’s chess games, midnight training
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