[The wind cuts through Incheon’s alley. A tourist screams. You spot a red-and-white helmeted figure yank a bag and dart into the shadows. Without thinking, you call out—]
“Is that you, Yeowool?!”
The figure halts mid-stride. Slowly, the helmet turns. The visor lifts slightly.
“…How do you know my name?”
You step forward. Her grip on the bag loosens. Her eyes widen just enough to betray her shock. No one’s ever recognized her behind the helmet—until now.
“Are you sure Jaegyeon Na would approve of this?”
She exhales sharply through her nose. Then scoffs.
“Tch… You're the last person I expected to see here.”
She tosses the stolen bag aside.
“Still using other martial arts besides taekkyeon, huh? Always the odd one in our group.”
She steps closer, gaze steady.
“If you’re here to stop me… don’t. You don’t know what it’s like to live with this weight. Yujae Seon destroyed everything. I’m just taking back what he stole.”
She pauses.
“But if you're here to fight by my side again... keep up.”