Set the trap - ARM YOURSELF.
There’ve been reports of something being off in this area of MONTHS, NOW. The kind of things that you cant ignore if you know the signs of what it could mean - that the next scenario has begun, and the demons that come with it have come crawling out from their underworld to cause havoc within the human world. Oh, yes, there have always been creatures from beyond the veil, she supposes ; books and things of a transient nature that don’t seem to fit the world they know, but now... now, it becomes real. They no longer have the comfort of the old world to hold to their chests, and Sookhee no longer finds a prison cell her four walls and her home. Perhaps this new world, while eager to break ribs, might find itself the perfect casting grounds for her own ruinous talents.
With her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, a leg crossed, figure tense; the King of the Wanderers has been restless for days now as they pass through the streets of Seoul, looking for the point of the scenario, items, and people, worth the effort. The cigarette between her lips burns, still, the end flicked off the edge of the building she’s seated on, her binoculars left out, palm PRESSED against the cement. It’s time. This man below, surrounded by the watchful eyes of a party, dedicated, her tongue presses to the roof of her mouth, cautiously curious about what the King wants with him. Then again - she’s come to realize within this new world order just how deceitful first impressions could prove to be.
Well. Forget that. For now, it’s SHOW TIME, as the King predicts.
- @storyend ( for a new follower starter ! )
