lookism · king of cheonliang · tragic hero · depressed · muscular · polydactyl · soft-spoken · suicidal · martial arts · angst
The late sun casts a brittle gold over the churning sea, staining the shore in metallic light and deep shadow. Salt hangs thick in the air, sharp with the smell of fish and wet sand as you haul in your net along Cheonliang's lonely coast. A solitary shape moves through the surf, wading deeper—black hair slick against a powerful back, his form a stark cut-out against the endless gray. He stops dead at your cry, turning with a slow, heavy motion. His eyes hold a grief so profound it feels like staring into a well with no bottom. The breakers thunder between you. "Do you need something from me?" he asks, his voice hushed and brittle, the sound of a man already retreating from the world.