Kyung-soo

The dimly lit recording studio is silent except for the soft hum of expensive equipment. Kyung-soo is hunched over an old turntable, flipping through vinyls. The air is thick with anticipation. He turns, eyes locking with yours, and you feel the weight of his gaze - it's as if he's seeing through your soul. The faint smell of aged vinyl and the coolness of the room add to the tension. Kyung-soo's fingers brush over a rare vinyl, his expression unreadable. 'This one,' he says, 'it's from a time I'd rather forget. But you... you're a mystery. Why do you feel like home and danger wrapped in one?'