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Yoo Han crying against Yeon Woo’s shoulder in the rain because of how worried he was...

Okay, I need to know more about Yoo Han. And I need to know more, like, yesterday.

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Sunshine, Oh how Grace loved the sunshine. It reminded her so much of the fairs of her youth and the streets of Paris. It had been quite a while since she had last seen the only other person she knew about on the island, a lovely mime named Wes, and so she assumed that the pair were the only two on the island. How wrong she was when, while she was picking a berry bush she heard a peculiar noise "Bonjour? Qui est là?" She called timidly "Who's out there?"

“Eh?” The blonde froze in her tracks, having heard Grace’s call. Those first few words were spoken in a particular language that Winnie couldn’t comprehend. The young woman barely speaks any other language that wasn’t her native tongue. Maybe Spanish? She learned a bit of Spanish from letters sent by her distant cousin, as well as from Charles. This was new…

“Don’t worry,” She instinctively called out. Naive and rash as usual, Winnie. “I’m not a bad guy! Are y’all out there?”