@underteika
he swears he hears a mention of the organization he works for, but for a moment Seong brushes it off as paranoia from being in a new place. after all, there’s absolutely no way anyone in a foreign city like this would know about the Belt...right? however, the comment was difficult to ignore and he finds himself absentmindedly touching the small tattoo behind his ear as he turns in the direction of the voice. normally he would pay them no mind, being sworn to secrecy and all, but the shock of being away from home has him forgetting all his training.
he matches the voice to a nearby person who happened to be looking at him, further cementing the fact that they somehow knew. Seong reaches into his pocket out of habit, but his fingers brush against the rough wood of a fake knife instead of the sleek metal of a real one. useless.
“Did you say something?” he’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. maybe they were just talking about, well, his actual belt. it’s designer, after all.