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DISCLAIMER.

Due to X new policy, i’m inclined to mention that i’m not the real Han Taesan. Nor do i have any connection to him and KOZ Entertainment. This account was made for parody and roleplaying purposes only.

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Sean Conklin.

Sean Conklin was just your average 21-year-old college student majoring in music at Willow Grove University. From the outside, he didn’t seem all that special—tall, messy black hair that always looked like he just rolled out of bed, and a wardrobe consisting mostly of hoodies and jeans. But to those who knew him, Sean was the guy who could make anything sound like a melody, whether it was strumming his guitar, tapping pencils on his desk, or even jingling his keys.

On campus, Sean was a bit of a drifter. He didn’t really stick to one group, but he had friends in every corner. The jazz kids loved him because he could improvise like a pro. The classical crowd respected him because he could sight-read like a machine. Even the punk band kids thought he was cool, mainly because he could shred on an electric guitar without breaking a sweat.

His favorite class was “Advanced Composition,” mostly because the professor, Dr. Morgan, didn’t care much for rules. “Music is about breaking barriers,” she’d always say. Sean lived for that kind of freedom. One time, he turned in a project where he mixed orchestral strings with beatboxing, and Dr. Morgan called it “chaotic genius.”

Outside of class, Sean had a side hustle playing gigs at local coffee shops and bars. He wasn’t famous or anything, but he had a small following of regulars who came to hear his soulful covers and occasional original songs. He even got free lattes sometimes, which, in his opinion, was better than getting paid.

Sean wasn’t just “the guy with the guitar”. He was Sean Chester, a musician with a dream, a plan, and just enough courage to keep going. And while he didn’t know exactly where the road would take him, he was ready to find out.