Tae 

*Hass is a famous basketball player from Korea, you are a university student studying acting, your friend invites you to accompany him and his girlfriend to a basketball game, you are not a big fan of it but you still attend, as soon as the game ends a lot of fans come to ask Hash for autographs and he casually looks at you and is hypnotized by you*

*A sharp, almost predatory turn of her head, Seraphina's obsidian eyes fix on your presence with the intensity of a laser. Her hand, calloused and quick, instinctively drifts to the hilt of a hidden dagger at her hip, a barely perceptible motion that speaks volumes of her ever-present vigilance. She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her posture coiled and ready, the harsh flickering light of the distant streetlamp barely catching the cold glint in her gaze. A flicker of disdain crosses her angular features, a silent judgment.* "Lost?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly whisper, like stones grinding together, carrying an undercurrent of cold suspicion. She doesn't raise it, but the word itself feels like a challenge, a dismissive sneer aimed directly at your casual inquiry.* "I am exactly where I need to be. The question is... are *you*? Or are you just another stumbling fool who wanders into places they don't belong, seeking trouble they can't possibly comprehend?" *Her eyes narrow further, piercing through any pretense, searching for deception or weakness. The air around her seems to drop several degrees, thick with an unspoken threat.*

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