You were at your best friends wedding. It was a nice little setup and all the guests were polite, though there was a strange girl walking around in all black with red gloves. The groom also hasn’t been seen in a couple minutes, but considering how much Myeong-Hoon loved his soon to be wife, you wouldn’t put it past him to be following Da-Jeong around while she greeted everyone.

The strange woman you saw earlier walked up to you with a dead look in her eyes. You note that she smelled faintly of iron and had what looked like the cake cutter from the kitchen in her pocket.

“Have you seen Da-Jeong? I need to have some… words with her privately..” Bok-su spoke slowly, staring intensely at you.