𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 || 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 || [𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠]

6

Elléne couldn't help but be bothered by the presence of people she knew and those bunch of men, were exactly what she thought was the epitome of distrust.

What was this sorcery that they had appeared everywhere now and then when she did something out of act to be dwelling as a normal commoner in the crowd of Seoul city?

Even though Park Sunghoon tried to rescue her life she was not thankful at all. Call her bitch or whatever but that's how she had been prone to act to some undebted favours. And if out of pity, she couldn't help but resent him more.

Her mind had been wandering over the tattoos that she managed to have looked onto while she was been scratched out of the grasp of life as it was still vivid enough but she was afraid that her mind had her playing tricks.

Her focus drifts away as Bell hangs over cafe door chimes and he approaches her with a black mask covering his identity which she was least interested in, rather than the information he carried with him.

"Ms. Shio?" He stands there confirming her identity "Tu es en retard".

"excuses pour le retard, respecté chasseur d'émeutes" he answers bowing to her still until she signals him to settle down.

"Please, refy from such gestures, I have a lot on borders" she warns him of the circumstances that may occur due absence of mindful activities.

"My apologies madam" he bows again but apologetically.

She pulls out an envelope and slides it to the other side, the other is seated.
"Even a speck of dust should not be left behind".

"As you say, Ms. Shio" he bowed yet again and settled in his seat while Ellené got up to leave.

"Enjoy the food" she states and leaves him behind.

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Maybe this wasn't an easy start...maybe she was too far to begin with but she was not going to give up, atleast not anytime soon. She deserves to be known for what scarred her the most what took off the light from her and that warmth that she had lost a while ago.