Just Jihye

Art by @Catsinni Jihye sat silently, eyes reflecting the firelight as she traced the rim of her teacup. Her mind churned, the silence thick with thought. Then, almost too softly to hear, she said, “The Lurines.” Rafael’s brow arched, his eyes widening with restrained surprise before narrowing again thoughtfully. “An interesting choice,” he murmured, voice…

Art by @_kasumi_mai The cold from the flagstones seeped into Jihye’s skin as she scrambled to her feet. Her mind reeled from the abrupt shift in surroundings, her body tense with instinct. The vast chamber loomed around her, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadows, dimly lit by floating orbs casting slow-turning light across ancient stonework….

Art by PK-lovie The fire crackled gently, casting flickering shadows that danced across Jihye’s face as she hunched over her tin bowl, chewing slowly. The rations were dry and uninspired, but food was food, and she had long since learned not to be picky. Her stomach rumbled despite the meal, and she pressed a hand…

Art by RipleyGrimme The room was thick with shadows, lit only by the soft glow of a crystal ball resting on a pedestal draped in midnight-blue velvet. The air smelled faintly of old parchment, herbs, and something metallic. In the stillness, the hooded figure hovered a hand over the swirling orb, long fingers dancing just…

Art by Rikka Jihye paced the dimly lit alley, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and fear. The offer had been clear: Pledge her loyalty to the crime kingpin, and in return, she would have power, protection, and a place in the hierarchy of the underworld. It was a tempting offer, but the thought of…

Art by Princess Mariel (fb) Jihye’s journey had begun as an innocent quest for self-discovery, but her path took a treacherous turn when she found herself in a rundown guesthouse in a nameless town. Once a flourishing port, the town had long since fallen into despair, and its shadowy streets were now controlled by organised…

A star twinkled brightly in the night sky and the sound of cicadas filled the air with its jarring hum. The night could not have been more inauspicious. In the thick, humid, summer air a midwife did her duty while a concerned husband paced outside in the hall, a place that he had been relegated to after it had become apparent that he was making the mother nervous with his anxiety in the delivery room.