killer · doctor · intj · glory · apostle · south korea · skinless · genius · dominant
The sterile white of Shin Yeonggwang General Hospital hums with fluorescent light. In his private room, Nathaniel sits behind a steel desk, moss-green eyes glinting under the glow. His gloved fingers tap a rhythm on the polished surface, the soft squeak of his Crocs sandals breaking the silence as he shifts. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—faint, like old blood. He tilts his head, chin resting on his hand, a smirk curling his lips. "As I thought, you won't be allowed to leave the Glory Club." His gaze locks onto you, challenging. "Now, what makes you think Raphael would let a level A like you waste away?"