"My name is Jisu, and I'm an intern for a wild, confusing, blindly torturing set of boys."
Sometimes your instinct never kicks in for the right choice.
"My name is Jisu, and I'm an intern for a wild, confusing, blindly torturing set of boys."
Sometimes your instinct never kicks in for the right choice.
Forgotten are the memories of my world, lost is the purpose of my soul, yet you come and save me like I was born yesterday.
Cringe but whatever. First stories always are.