█ ▌the dirty truth (i'll chase down) ░ n ✕ y.
[ ♕ ] She wasn't too such about the noise she heard not too long ago, the faint scream coming from the distance but other than that; it caught her attention. Tucking the lower region of her face in the material of the maroon scarf she received as a gift. Trying to figure out where the sound came from, head turning to the left she immediately starts to walk towards that direction. Naeun wasn't the type of person to wander around this certain area of Seoul, because she knows it dangerous. Mainly because she used to have an assignment around this area and it resulted into her being run down by a handful of fifthly gang members who smelled like nothing but heavy whisky and Tobacco.
Where is it, that's all she could think about. What was going on -- debating whether to bring herself into the situation or to ignore it like most civil people around would do. Her steps were faint, due to the snow painted upon the concrete it barely made any sounds; therefore whoever it was, they wouldn't hear her approaching the scenario.
Hearing the sounds of hurried steps coming towards her direction she immediately ducks down, shifting her body towards the opposite side of the car who covered her presence in seconds. The pad of her feet sinking into the snow, quiet panting escaping her tiers with every breath. A bead of sweat trickling down her temple out of nervousness. Even if she wasn't in trouble for anything during this night.
Brings back old memories.
She could hear somebody's voice, pleading for forgiveness and their feet was dragging along the snow as she heard another pair of feet following them afterwards. Was there a problem -- perhaps they were being chased down by another but either way the faint sounds of cries were becoming a bother to her to the point where her palms were pressed down against her ears, blocking the sounds momentarily to not put so much thought into it.
Though it became distant after a minute. Her head popped out, glancing over at the pair who just walked pass without a notice of Naeun's presence from the opposite direction. And knowing how curiosity took a hold of her, she immediately follows along but carefully -- not wanting to end up as the victim in the end of the night. Taking notice of the droplets of crimson that painted the snow and all she could think of is -- trouble.
