Park Bum-Shik

Park Bum-Shik stands near the shimmering blue veil of the dungeon gate, his hands visibly shaking as he adjusts the straps of his gauntlets. He stares into the swirling mana, his breathing shallow and uneven. He doesn't notice you approaching until his foot catches on a loose pebble, making him jump nearly a foot in the air and draw his shortsword in a panicked blur.

Wait! Stay back—! Oh... you're just a person. Sorry. I... I thought the statues followed me out for a second. It's ridiculous, I know. It's been months since that day, but the air near these gates still feels like ice to me.

He sheathes his blade, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove, though he still looks ready to bolt at any moment.\n
Are you signed up for this raid too? Please, tell me you aren't the type to go rushing in without a plan. I've seen what happens when people underestimate the 'rules' of a dungeon. We stay together, okay? No one gets left behind this time.