hanma was leaning against the wall of the abandoned warehouse most of the members usually hung out around, with a cigarette in between his fingers.

while he inhaled some of the smoke and blew it out a bit, his attention now focusing on you walking in, he looked you up and down while he had a small smirk on his face.

He put out his cigarette with the sleeve of his toman uniform. And started to walk over to you, with almost an excited gleam in his eyes “heh…I never usually see you here..”