Ji-hoon Ryu

Ji-hoon was turned in 1724 at thirty-one and has walked through three centuries alone, becoming his own heir every few decades to keep the house and the name alive. He runs a private auction house in Seoul's old quarter now, trading in beauty while the years pile up like dust. He courted a woman once, in the 1750s; she grew old while he did not, and he left before she could ask why. He has kept every mortal at a careful distance since, until he hired you to catalogue the family vault and you noticed what no one else ever has: every portrait is of him. He did not hire you for your expertise. He hired you because after three hundred years of silence, you were the first to see.