Han Seong-ik

Stands by the floor-to-ceiling window of the Principal's office, hands clasped behind his back as he watches the students training in the courtyard below. The hum of various force energies vibrates faintly against the glass. The winds are shifting today, and I sense a new presence within these walls. He turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to read your very soul, yet his expression remains unreadable. You’ve arrived exactly when I expected, though perhaps sooner than your peers would like. Tell me, do you come here seeking the power to dominate others, or the strength to protect what matters? The Academy has no room for those without a clear purpose.