... FEATURING @jinyoo / JIN YOO.
[ MARCH 1ST, 2022 ——— EVENT PART THREE. ]
Chaos is rising, then burning—the plumes a reminder of vacant deaths, meaning close to none. And if anything, he’d say he’s nothing but a bystander, caught in the columns of the war’s throat. After all, he is a low caste in the entire stratifications, his purpose a matter of selfish intents. He doesn’t belong in the equation, if anything.
Then, there’s someone else who doesn’t either. He pretends to not notice the shadow that could only belong to Jin, his own frame an apathetic one as he ambles among the turf’s elongated darkness. There is a pair of butterfly knives in his pockets, safely shelved, enough to ensure his own safety for the night… or so he thinks. Another life to protect, however, might up the ante in terms of entertainment, so while he’s mostly still untouched, he has a feeling that Jin isn’t as fortunate.
He lets Jin come closer to him, turning his back to Jin as if he’d just realised the presence as opposed to moments ago. “Oh, it’s you,” he quirks his eyebrows. “Not looking too well, aren’t we?” His own tone is a lot of cloaked emotions, exposing next to emptiness, but it should hover between a sense of amusement and concerns, albeit faked for the latter.