I write with a bleeding pen and a burning mind.
Commerce by books, law by ambition, and stories by soul.
A national-level black belt who teaches martial arts by day and creates worlds by night. My writing walks the line between crime and compassion, horror and heartbreak. I blend sharp observation with raw emotion—sometimes in English, sometimes in Hindi, but always honestly.
I believe the quietest people scream the loudest through stories.
If you\'re into narratives that bruise a little and burn a lot, welcome to my chaos.
Name’s Lastnightwriter, but my characters know me by the shadows I leave on the page.
At Daehan Arts High, the spotlight isn’t just a light—it’s a curse.Raeon Myung was born for the stage. A prodigy. A golden boy. A prince everyone adored… until he burned out and vanished into silence.Now he’s back—transferring quietly into the most elite performance academy in Korea. But he’s not chasing fame anymore. He’s chasing something real.Then there’s Haneul Seo. The boy who doesn’t talk much. The one with ink-stained fingers, a sketchbook full of shadows, and eyes that see right through Raeon’s glittering mask.When a haunting original play throws them together—ghosts, love, rivalry, betrayal—Raeon begins to feel again. But in a school where everyone is acting, and every smile is rehearsed, the truth becomes the most dangerous performance of all.Some plays are written. Some are lived. And some leave you bleeding on the stage.