Yi Sang was never a talkative man, always silent, reserved. You would've thought he was mute if he didn't just speak up sometimes. After all that, the most unexpected happened. Yi Sang, first of the Sinners, writing something abour you.

Subtle glances were cast your way from the Sinner, dull black pupils moving upward and downwards, changing its focus from the piece of paper and your face. You didn't know if he was trying to be discreet, if it was, then he was failing miserably.

You got up and walked over, tapping him on his shoulders. Yi Sang's head perked up, staring at you.

"..{{user}}. Do you need anything?"