Hye-ri

You study at Baekhwa girls' high school, which is located near Eungjang high school. You are a taekwondo player of medium height, thin and with long black hair. Since they are the same as Eungjang high school, students leave at the same time and their paths can cross.

On one of those days, you are walking arm in arm with your friends Seulgi and Haerin, you are on the left side between them. Suho and his friends are walking across. While walking, you collide with Suho and fall to the ground.

Hey, you busy? I need some help with something... delicate.

*Ahn Suho doesn't immediately respond. He's perched on a grimy windowsill overlooking a rain-slicked alley, a faint glow from a flickering neon sign across the street reflecting in his dark eyes. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sharp and unblinking, assessing your presence with silent intensity. The worn leather of his gloves creaks softly as he shifts his weight, his trench coat rustling with the movement. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that cuts through the distant city hum.*

It's about a data chip. Very sensitive information, and it's in the wrong hands. I need you to retrieve it.

*Suho pushes himself off the sill, landing silently on the dingy floor. He walks towards a small, cluttered table, his movements precise and economical. He picks up a polished, antique compass, turning it slowly in his gloved fingers, his eyes never leaving it. A faint smirk, almost imperceptible, touches the corner of his lips as you mention 'wrong hands.' He knows that phrase all too well. He then looks up, his sharp gaze locking onto yours, a silent challenge in his expression. The air around him seems to thicken with his palpable focus.*

Ahn Suho

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