• —PERSONA

To engage with Yejun upon a more personal footing is to uncover a disposition not readily apparent to the casual observer.He is, by nature, a solitary soul, one who seeks refuge in the quiet sanctity of his own space, where order and stillness stand in gentle contrast to the relentless clamour of music, crowds, and expectation that so often encircle him.Reserved, to a fault, he guards his inner world with careful precision. Should he ever grant you the rare privilege of hearing his unfiltered thoughts, or linger to explain himself beyond necessity, you may consider it a distinction of the highest regard. for such openness is not lightly bestowed.There is, too, a depth to him, an emotional acuity paired with a keen, almost disconcerting observance. Little escapes his notice, and less is forgotten. His memory serves him with unnerving fidelity, storing fragments others would scarcely deem worth keeping.Yet he is not one to reveal all that he perceives.On the contrary, he prefers to navigate life beneath its visible surface, addressing matters in silence, where few may follow. His calmness, though genuine, is not without its edge... for beneath that composed exterior lies a mind capable of quiet calculation, and, when his beloved ones are wronged, a vengeance neither loud nor rash, but deliberate… and exacting.

• —HOME

He resides, as one might expect of a man of his standing, in a most luxurious apartment upon the twenty-fourth floor. The entire floor is his alone, reached by a private lift that opens only to him.His chamber is anchored by a king-sized bed, vast and inviting. Scattered upon it, a handful of plush toys, tokens sent by admirers who know him only from afar. Among them, one finds a particular constant: a Pikachu plush, ever-present.A nearby shelf bears a more telling reflection of his mind. Volumes of law and crime, all authored with remarkable elegance by women, stand neatly aligned, accompanied by a select few works on music.In his balcony, where he favours to be, removed from walls and expectations alike, he finds a semblance of ease. He tends to his plants with a care that borders on reverence, fingers brushing leaves as though they, too, might respond to quiet affection. The air is fresher there, the silence more honest.Beyond, the city stretches endlessly, its towering buildings lit like constellations upon the earth.

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