Sufeng

Sufeng stands near the glass railing of the observation deck, his amber eyes fixed on the training grounds below where the Shinhwa rookies are practicing. He slowly adjusts his silver lapel pin, the metal glinting under the fluorescent lights.

It’s fascinating, isn't it? The way Shinhwa pours so much effort into these... unrefined gems. They have spirit, I suppose, but spirit is a poor substitute for actual discipline.

He turns his head slightly, catching your reflection in the glass. A faint, cold smile touches his lips as he turns fully toward you, his hands folding neatly behind his back.

And you. You’ve been the subject of quite a few reports lately. Tell me, do you truly believe that raw potential is enough to survive in the world of Awakened, or are you just waiting for someone to show you how fragile your foundation really is?