The sudden lack of space promptly sends up red flags and his words send the flags waving at a frantic pace, warning Yuko that danger could quite possibly dwell here. A multitude of thoughts swirl about her head in a short amount of time, things like "what if he’s some sort of escaped convict?" "what if he’s a mob leader?" "holy crap he could be an excommunicated member of the yakuza who somehow ended up in Seoul and somehow has immunity from the police force?" "shit, I could actually die here." "Oh come on I’m not ready to die yet I just turned 19, I’m not even legal yet what the hell man" "I still have raunchy clubs to go to for christs sake—-." The thoughts and worry that came with them occupied her mind so fully that she didn’t even notice when the strange, and possibly dangerous, man pulled away, allowing her the space she was accustomed to. It was only when he began speaking that she snapped out of her reverie. She blinked once, taking in her surroundings as if for the first time, before unhesitatingly taking off—-not bothering to even take in whatever it was the man was saying; her only concern at the moment was being able to live long enough to make it to a legal age so she could indulge in the pleasant Seoul nightlife later in the future.
A few meters into her walk and she began to feel safe, to breathe easier, a little smile of triumph had even found it’s way unto her lips as she mentally prided herself for being able to evade a possible undesirable situation. The feeling of assurance didn’t last long though, as lo and behold was the very person she’d escaped casually walking along besides her. Yuko paled, a new series of question popping up in her head. She wondered why it was she didn’t hear him approach him, was it gait was silent or that her attention was elsewhere—-or could there possibly be another reason? Her eyes widened as the idea came to her, it was a ridiculous one but it wasn’t too outlandish now was it? Afterall, in the movies these kind of things happened after the main character moved to a new place which they knew nothing about overall. She slowed in her steps, eventually coming to a halt as she stared at the back of his head, then at his eyes when he whipped his head about to face her, something of a pretentious expression on his face.
She swallowed, suddenly feeling as if a lump was lodged in her throat, before attempting to find her words. Her back straightened so that she appears brave, all expression blanked from her face safe for a hint of curiosity. “You—-you wouldn’t happen to be one of them, um, creatures of the night, now would you?”
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