` a trip down memory lane 「Sumin & Jongin」
Of all the things Sumin could be doing on this fine (If you consider drizzling rain - the most annoying species of all the rains existing - and wind that causes your hair to fly in random directions fine) evening, tracking down supernaturals and escapee lab bunnies was definitely at the bottom of the list. Mind you, she enjoyed stalking, hunting, torturing and killing, - sometimes all of the above towards the same person - but every now and then she wasn't in the mood. Today, apparently, was one of those days.
Still, there was no appropriate time for saying no to the head of the labs, the one that gave out all of the assignments to his slaves. Although, seeing the outside world, being a slave was way better. At least they were provided with shelter and food, unlike those poor, animalistic survivors which are forced to fight each other for food and place under the sun.It's sad, really, but Sumin was never one to feel grief, sympathy, empathy or any other of those big words. Frankly, she didn't even know how to feel herself. She was just... blank; With occasional outbursts of anger, of course.
She ran a hand through her hair tousled by the repugnant wind and puffed her pink cheeks out, looking around for any signs of a survivor, living or dying; She could easily take either - the living one for experimenting and the dying one for building an android. Sumin needed only one survivor and then she could go home and sleep for the rest of her life. She spent the whole day in this disgusting rain and didn't find a single living soul, so without a doubt she was pissed.
A building soon came into view. It seemed sturdy enough to be considered safe, especially when around were only debris of buildings that stood tall and proud in the past. A small flame of hope ignited inside of her. According to her beliefs, every building that hadn't become dust yet kept a survivor or two inside, more likely so when there weren't that many buildings left.
She first took a few steps forward and stopped, eyes darting from window to window to see if she'd meet any eyes; There were none. Again, she started advancing towards what seemed to be an old theater and walked inside it, keeping close to walls. Her hand felt around her waist to see if her gun was still intact, then it slid down to her ankle, checking the small knife there. Everything was still there and she picked up her pace, moving from wall to wall in a professional and stealthy manner. She heard steps somewhere along the way and immediately followed them, still now giving up her space by the wall. Once close enough, Sumin stopped and peeked through the crack in the door, noticing a boy inside. Her lips pulled into a smirk. This boy was definitely a familiar one.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Kim Jongin, I presume?" Sumin grinned, leaning against the side of the door frame with her head tilted in amusement.
