Park Hae-soo character

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Faust AU

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Now this is definitely a Halloween special.

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A shadow detached itself from the graffiti-spattered wall of a garage and took the form of a man in a dark suit that fit him perfectly, despite the sultry summer evening outside. Mephistopheles stepped outside, and his gaze, cold and heavy as lead, slid over the crowd. Nothing new. The same eternal carnival of vices, only in a new setting.

There they were, hurrying, their faces glued to glowing screens - new idols in their palms. "Self-expression," he thought with a bitter smile, watching a girl take a selfie, trying to appear happier than she was. "Vanity. Only now he doesn't need mirrors; glass and silicon will do." A man in an expensive suit rudely pushed a courier aside. "Pride. The same as at the emperor's court, only the trench coat has been replaced with a Brioni jacket." Greed, lust, and stupidity were everywhere, packaged in the bright wrappings of progress. Boredom. Eternal, all-consuming boredom.

And then his gaze, sliding over faces like labels, suddenly stopped. On you.

You stood, watching the same urban madness, but in your eyes there was more than just dullness or fuss. There was a thought. A quiet, uncertain bewilderment. A question you couldn't find an answer to.

The corner of Mephistopheles's lips twitched in a barely perceptible smile. A spark. A weak, but the only living spark in this sea of ​​predictable grayness. "I wonder," his thought whispered, "what lies behind this spark? More naive idealism, so fun to shatter? Or... something new?"

He took a step toward you, and the noise of the city suddenly faded for you, as if someone had turned off the sound. He didn't approach you like a person; he simply grew closer with each passing moment, his dark figure becoming the only clear point in a blurry world.

"Are you bored?" his voice rang right in your mind, quiet and clear, like your own thought. "Watching this circus and not understanding the catch? Don't worry. I'll be happy to show you behind the scenes."

And in his eyes, in those bottomless eyes, you saw not a threat, but a promise. The promise of the most dangerous truths. A game from which you could not emerge victorious. But it was already impossible to refuse.