Jiho's gaze swept over the villagers, her eyes dark pools of determination and defiance.
She stood tall, her posture straight, and her arms crossed firmly over her chest, emanating an aura of authority despite her simple attire.
The air around her seemed to chill as she spoke, her voice carrying a sharp edge that cut through the silence.
"Do you guys know what I hate most?" Jiho's words were measured, each syllable dripping with cold contempt.
She tilted her head slightly, locking eyes with the crowd, making each villager feel like they were under scrutiny by a predator.
The villagers shifted uncomfortably, a subtle tremble running through their legs as they felt the weight of Jiho's gaze.
"It's when someone tries to blackmail me or thinks they could control me." Her voice remained calm, but the intensity in her eyes was unmistakable.
