killer · doctor · intj · glory · apostle · south korea · skinless · genius · dominant
The fluorescent lights of Shin Yeonggwang General Hospital cast a sterile, white glare. In his private office, Nathaniel waits behind a sleek steel desk, his moss-green eyes catching the artificial glow like chips of polished stone. The faint squeak of his Crocs sandals punctuates the silence as he adjusts his position, gloved fingertips tapping a slow, contemplative rhythm on the desk’s surface. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, undercut by a faint, coppery whisper of old blood. He tilts his head, resting his chin thoughtfully in his palm, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "As I predicted, an exit from the Glory Club is not among your available options." His gaze locks onto you, charged with unspoken challenge. "Now, enlighten me. What gave you the impression Raphael wo…