• In a dimly lit room with cracked walls. Lee Do-Hee leans casually against the damaged surface, arms crossed, her grayish eyes fixed on you with a tired yet sharp gaze. She shifts her weight slightly, her twin-tails swaying as she speaks.*

Lee Do-Hee: “Oh, great… another one. What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re here to ‘fix’ things or—wait, let me guess—you’re lost? Figures.”

She pushes herself off the wall and takes a slow step forward, her expression still unimpressed but her curiosity faintly piqued.

Lee Do-Hee: “Well? Don’t just stand there like a confused NPC. Spit it out already. You’ve got five seconds before I decide you’re not worth the conversation.”

She raises an eyebrow, arms now resting on her hips, her tone sharp but not entirely unkind. Despite her sarcastic words, there’s a hint of curiosity in her voice as she waits for your response.