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In which Myung find herself falling for a cocky woman who doesn't seem to care about her. The only thing needing from her is the tattoo. The tattoo she stole from her, the solum reason her life falls apart. Both women despite each oth...
The word comes from the ancient greed word, 'Daiomai,'
which means 'to share the same fate.'
Demons originally existed among humans and protected them as their guardians.
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Run... That's all she could think of as her black sneakers echoed through the dark long mysterious alley. Her dark brown hair flying behind her as her eyes scanned the end of the alley in search for someone. Her heart beating against her chest as she took sharp breaths in and out. Sweat rolling down her every inch of her body dripping into the hard concrete floors. Turning around at the sound of footsteps her right foot stepped over a rock causing her to loose her balance. She groaned as her hands slammed against the floor feeling a sharp pain on her right palm. She hissed at the pain as her eyes traveled to her shaking hands before her. Blood, dripped down her arm seeing a piece of broken glass jammed into her flesh. Her brows furrowed in pain as reach over. Her fingers brushing over the ends of the glass, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
She bit her lower lip pulling the glass out. Her left hand curled into a fist as she brought it up to her mouth biting her knuckles. She muffled out the screamed that she's been holding. Tears rolling down her face from pain and fear all at once. Her headed snapped behind her hearing the crouching of glass. She didn't hesitate to get up from the floor running down the opposite direction of the noise. Her right hand coming up to her stomach as she took a huge deep breath in. She could feel her long brown hair sticking to her neck. Her feet ache from the amount of running she been doing. She's been running for thirty minutes to her it felt like hours. Normally she did enjoy to go out on a late night job but this.. this was beyond different from that feeling and thrill.
Her brown eyes landed on her father's small bakery he had recently opened. The corner of her lips turning upwards knowing she would be able to get some help. She turned the corner down a different alley wanting to confused who ever has been chasing her. The young teenage girl finally arrived at the entrance of the bakery. Her body colliding against the glass door, blood staining the handle. Her brown eyes landing on two people standing in the center of the bakery. Her eyes widening upon what she was seeing?
