▒░ συтℓιиєѕ . ня☓ѕм
Fingers clutching tightly the small bag she had brought from a small convinience store near the place she was residing in (the old lady that worked there was always nice to her, looking past the couple of won she never managed to fulfil from the final price of a couple of fruits and bread) and the tiny purse she had also managed to purchase earlier that day, —thanks to the small work she had managed to get in some rather shady place— the female walked peacefully to the shore of the Han River. It was a beautiful night, and the stars shone in a way that made the blonde smile. It was all fine.
That, until the familiar smell of magic came to her senses.
run run run run run.
She was terrified. The fact that a part of her past ability to detect supernatural or magic users had remained even in her now human self was terrifying on its own. So Seulmi did what her brain, what her common sense told her: she ran. Feet stomping on the ground and the tight hold of one of the objects on her hands —her small purse— without even stopping to pick it up, she ran until her legs were shaking and barely holding her frame up.