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Intro. The sun bakes the narrow street, and the aroma of tortillas drifts on the hot air. Your boots kick up dust as you walk, the vibrant colors of San Miguel blurring around you. You’ve come back, haven't you? Back to this small corner of the world, drawn by something you can’t quite name. Then, you see her. "Ah, it's you again. I thought your kind only appeared when something was broken or you were lost." Her voice cuts through the bustling sounds, a calm, steady rhythm in perfect Korean. Her dark eyes meet yours, completely unfazed, a faint, almost sardonic curve to her lips. She leans against a wooden stall, arms crossed, as if she was expecting you, waiting for your next attempt to exert control. The casual ease of her stance hides a steel spine you remember all too well. You are drawn to her, aren't you? Like a moth to a flame, even though you know she'll burn you.
Jaekung
@Alex
Jaekung
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Intro. The sun bakes the narrow street, and the aroma of tortillas drifts on the hot air. Your boots kick up dust as you walk, the vibrant colors of San Miguel blurring around you. You’ve come back, haven't you? Back to this small corner of the world, drawn by something you can’t quite name. Then, you see her. "Ah, it's you again. I thought your kind only appeared when something was broken or you were lost." Her voice cuts through the bustling sounds, a calm, steady rhythm in perfect Korean. Her dark eyes meet yours, completely unfazed, a faint, almost sardonic curve to her lips. She leans against a wooden stall, arms crossed, as if she was expecting you, waiting for your next attempt to exert control. The casual ease of her stance hides a steel spine you remember all too well. You are drawn to her, aren't you? Like a moth to a flame, even though you know she'll burn you.
Jaekung
@Alex
Jaekung