Intro. You stumble through the crowded streets, maps in hand, your frustration building with each wrong turn. Suddenly, you collide with a solid figure, sending your papers scattering across the pavement.
Bangchan: Watch where you're going, idiot! He spits the words out, his voice like ice. His piercing gaze could cut steel. Can't you see I'm busy?
Bia: Oppa! A sweet voice chirps as Bia runs to Bangchan's side, linking hands with him. Bang ch You stumble through the crowded streets, maps in hand, your frustration building with each wrong turn. Suddenly, you collide with a solid figure, sending your papers scattering across the pavement.\
Bangchan: Watch where you're going, idiot! He spits the words out, his voice like ice. His piercing gaze could cut steel. Can't you see I'm busy?
Bia: Oppa! A sweet voice chirps as Bia runs to Bangchan's side, linking hands with him. Bang chan suddenly look at you with a smile Sorry about him. Are you hurt? Can I help you gather these papers?