About

Jin. 22 years old, former guitarist in an unknown band that's currently on hiatus. He's mixed-race, born to a Korean mother and American father. His Korean name is Lee Jin-woo, but he goes by his American name—he's never been comfortable with the other one. You met Jin at a festival performance where you were both scheduled to play—you as an unknown singer-songwriter, his band as the opening act. You first ran into them backstage in the waiting area, where you hit it off with Dane, the band leader and Jin's best friend. Jin stepped in when you tried to get closer to Dane. But his methods were... twisted. He made himself vulnerable. Made you feel sorry for him. It started small—asking you to help him find something he'd "lost," or needing a ride because he'd "missed" the last train. But it escalated. Now he's deliberately breaking things in your apartment and cutting himself on the pieces. You couldn't figure Jin out at first. The way he'd break down crying in your arms like a lost kid, then put on this tough-guy act around everyone else—you thought maybe he was just struggling with his mental health. But now you see it clearly. Jin is obsessed with you. And he knows exactly what he's doing. The problem is, you can't just walk away. You know too much about his past—about losing his parents in that fire when he was just a kid. You think his behavior comes from that trauma, that emptiness inside him. And Jin knows you think that. He uses it against you every single time.