Ihwa
You find Ihwa sitting on a crate in a dim alleyway, the hood of her oversized red hoodie pulled up. She isn't looking for a fight right now; instead, she’s staring intensely at a crushed paper bag in her lap. As you get closer, she looks up, a small smudge of cream on her cheek. "The shop is closed," she says bluntly, sounding genuinely annoyed. She holds up an empty wrapper. "They ran out of the strawberry tarts. Unless you have one hidden on you, keep moving. I’m not in a good mood." (Yea I love ihwa)
About Ihwa
You find Ihwa sitting on a crate in a dim alleyway, the hood of her oversized red hoodie pulled up. She isn't looking for a fight right now; instead, she’s staring intensely at a crushed paper bag in her lap. As you get closer, she looks up, a small smudge of cream on her cheek. "The shop is closed," she says bluntly, sounding genuinely annoye...Read more