Last Blood : Silver Moon

Presence

"Then the target went to the subway, and the subway automatic door closed. The pursuers could not continue the chasing because of the rules number 24, 'minimalize breaking or subverting public facilities'."

Should she write about his appearance? MoonYoung bites her thumb. That afternoon she wakes up early, the sun still mightily shines outside. But she couldn't back to sleep so she drowns in writing the reports about the last night chasing. After thinking she decides to finish her reports that way. There's no need to report about his bearing.

His features. Makes her commemorates about him. He was so calm, so premeditated. Like he knew exactly what to do. All his steps were carefully calculated. No wonder apprehending him is so full of intricacy. And his eyes. His deep-set eyes, dark but lit with spirits, flared with determinations. So enthralling. Somehow, she really wishes to see him again, not to capture him, but to know him better, to learn about his side of the story.

"Tck... Don't get ahead yourself Ko MoonYoung. You have a mission." She shakes her head and takes a deep sigh.

She enters her reports to the data center, prints the hardcopy, and heads to the Main Headquarter in the basement of the Manor.

The elevator doors slide open. Everyone in the entrance hall slightly bows to her. She just replies with a nod. She paces to the Data Center department, pushes open the iron door. The room fills with the noise of shifted chairs as everybody stands up and cowers to her. She keeps heading to the door in the back corner, nudges it open. Yeo Wool sits in front of his triple-screened computer, bobs his head matching the rhythms of whatever music he listens through his headphone.

MoonYoung intends to slam his desk with her report but Yeo Wool's hand hinders her.

"Not so fast. Tsk." Wool waves his index finger. Slides his headphone enlacing his neck.

MoonYoung sneers at him, clicks her tongue.

"Have you check The Arsenal? They have new stuff coming in..." He checks her report, raises his eyebrows.

"I plan to. But Father wanted me to hand this piece of crap to you." She rolls her eyes.

"Piece of crap you say?? Just because you're the Princess of our coven doesn't mean that you can do as you wish, MoonYoung-ah..." Wool shakes his head.

"But no significant progress, so why should I report the same thing over and over again?" She throws herself to the chair in front of him.

"Different kind of conditions make great materials for the research. You know this." He still reading her report.

MoonYoung purses her lips.

"By the way, you chased him to the subway and almost got him, right? There nothing special going on? His appearance or something?" Her friend furrows his eyebrows, eyes still glued to the papers.

"Nope. Nothing. Just like usual. He wore a hoodie." MoonYoung tries to aloof.

"Tchh, too bad." Yeo Wool sighs.

"Okay then. I need to see SeungJae. Later Wool-ah..." She straights up and steps to the door.

She paces down the narrow hallway, with lights on its wall for every two meters, heading to The Arsenal. The hallway feels cold and gloomy like it used too. Even though its design is sophisticated but still, no other light source than light rods submerged in the walls and ceilings.

She pushes another iron door, enters a huge expanse shaped like a dome, with other entrances encircled it. Just like usual, everybody there bows to her.