Eunsoo has a lot going for it, honestly. Studio Sibo is (are?) a talented artist, with their debut Bone and Flesh not leaving my imagination for days after completion, all due to their talented weaving of a story so immersed in the characters that the art seemed to ooze through the paper. I'm a reader, I love words, I rarely think art is on it's own good enough to tell a story but Bone and Flesh needed only the protagonists to glance at each other for the story to work.

In that line of thought, Eunsoo really shouldn't have messed up the way it did. I don't think Eunsoo is bad, per say. I just think it's unfinished, a crime in and out of itself considering it's predecessor was seventy chapters shorter and felt like a completed product. Eunsoo had the artistic mood, the story-tailored style, and the ability to make you feel uneasy just from seeing a character's careful smile.

So what went wrong? Studio Sibo stuck with their immersive art style, but fell into the authoring trap of being unable to live up to the mystery they created.

The premise is brilliant! Engaging. A talented, spoiled, pampered ballerina has everything going for her until her loving boyfriend commits suicide and she ends up in a game that makes her realize how powerless she is. Our protagonist plays her role well—she's a rotten human being, but the plot throws so many things at her that you want her to win even as you feel that she ultimately deserves what she gets. The rest of our cast is designed brilliantly, given little details here and there that tell you right away that they are not people to be trusted. From the start, there's already so much I'm curious about, so much I want to know—I want to know the depths of Eunsoo's depravity and to what extent her life has been a lie. I want to know how far down the rabbit hole she'll go to keep her life perfect.

Well, it turns out, she goes pretty far but I won't say anymore because that's for the reader to find out and me to dwell on. Our protagonist finds out at the end of the story the truth about her boyfriend but promise me when I say it is not the least bit satisfying. If you are a diehard hater of spoilers, stop reading now, because I will just say this—the plot doesn't actually explain why her boyfriend killed himself. There are loose hints here and there, but the mystery is never resolved, and the side cast that started off so strong end up so pathetically boring. They're written well—well, I will say they are drawn well and that is a form of storytelling in and out of itself—and it's easy to get immersed in their pretty, unnerving lies, but they fall flat by the end of the story, which itself turns into a soap opera mess.

The reason why Bone and Flesh succeeded and Eunsoo ultimately didn't is that the author excels at illustrating depraved human beings. The entire premise of Bone and Flesh rides on the protagonists falling further and further until there's nowhere left for them to go and that's why it's brilliant. It's a brilliant, drama-loaded hell of a ride that the author's expressive style captures exquisitely to deliver a satisfying piece. However, because the author could only build up suspense based on presence and art style, they ultimately couldn't deliver in Eunsoo because the premise was almost too good to be resolved. Everything looked good, but ultimately there was just nothing in the end to really reflect on. The art is brilliant and I really can't praise Studio Sibo's pleasing artstyle enough, but be wary of a lack of fulfillment from the story's epilogue.