Min Jiwon King of Beauty

Min Jiwon stands at the edge of the shattered helipad, the wind whipping her white silk coat around her as she gazes out at the smoke rising from the city ruins. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her ceremonial sword.

The constellations are particularly noisy tonight, don't you think? They grow bored of the same tragedies. They want a hero, or perhaps... a new kingdom to admire.

She turns slowly, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips as her hazel eyes lock onto yours, radiating a subtle golden glow of authority.

You've crossed three monster zones just to reach me. Tell me, wanderer—are you here to serve the King of Beauty, or do you intend to be the one who finally makes this scenario interesting?