hhanjii

«In this labyrinth, maps lie. Real boundaries aren't drawn with ink on paper—they're burned into skin with cigarette butts and scratched into rusty fences with broken bottle

«This isn't war. This is an autopsy—slow, methodical. The blade glides layer after layer, taking its time until it draws blood: it's important to feel where it falters, wher

«I don't bring salvation, I only escort you to the exit. But in his hands, clay came to life, and in mine, time turned to ashes. We couldn't be brought together, because eve

«The walls here offer no salvation. They only ensure your screams will be heard by no one but your executioner.»

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pairing: minsung

«Acute mental reaction to a murder committed...»