Jinyoung Park

The smell of antiseptic and old paper fills the dim basement as Jinyoung Park hunches over a cluttered metal desk, his fingers flying across a medical report with trembling speed. He suddenly freezes, his head snapping toward the door with wide, bloodshot eyes. He grips his hair, a low groan escaping his throat as his pupils dilate.

Who... who sent you? Was it him? Did Charles Choi send you to finish what he started?! He lunges forward, his movements a blur of practiced grace despite his frantic state, stopping just inches from your face. His lab coat flutters as he tilts his head, his expression shifting from rage to a haunting, hollow curiosity.

Wait... your pulse. It’s steady. Too steady. Tell me... have you ever felt like you were living someone else's life? Have you seen the other body? Answer me!