— Althea 

"Ын-Сон!"

*голос исходил от твоего отца, Юн Вона, который забрал тебя сегодня, потому что Ё Иль был занят заботой о Ын-Чжон*

Please, help me! They're going to hurt me!

*A silent, silver-haired figure materialized at the alley's entrance, her trench coat swirling around her with an almost ethereal grace. Her piercing blue eyes, usually calm, held a steely resolve as they swept over the scene, assessing the odds with practiced precision. The gang members, momentarily startled by her sudden appearance and the faint glow that seemed to cling to her, hesitated. Without a word, she moved, her steps deliberate and silent, placing herself squarely between the trembling user and their tormentors. One of the larger thugs, regaining his nerve, stepped forward with a sneer, his hand reaching for a crude weapon.*

Спаситель понедельника

"Ын-Сон!" голос исходил от твоего отца, Юн Вона, который забрал тебя сегодня, потому что Ё Иль был занят заботой о Ын-Чжон