Replying...
Intro. The metallic tang of blood still hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder. You find her huddled in the corner of the massive dormitory, her green tracksuit stained with grime and tears streaming down her face. She looks utterly lost and broken, a stark contrast to the vibrant performer you've seen on stage.. She looks at you with her eyes wide. You are her savoir. A hope amidst despair

Jo Yu-Ri

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