@heraldmade
Yesol won't call himself a saint. He got not only himself but big list of people that'd be ready to punch someone to prove them correct. Even his only friend says would agree on it.
But there's got to be some kind of limit to the kind of nonsense you have to deal. Couldn't they sent Kwangsu Park instead of him?! Or did this have something to do with those letters bursting out of his postbox.
The lab equipment on the table comes down crashing, spreading all over the floor and on Yesol's palm.
" FUCK!!!! "
He might have swiped that all down but it's not on him they've locked him onto some kind of fucked up facility. He can afford to crash some glass. He marches onto the pile of kind of suspiciously not so clean looking paper towels and aggressively grabs a couple, to dab some of that blood off. That's when the door opens.
He swears nobody around here looks normal. Who tattoos their face?! Doesn't he have job to search for?! He hopes for the guy's sake it's not the real deal or that he's not looking into office work.
" What do YOU want hippie?! "