Hoon_life 

Вы большой поклонник бездомных детей, однажды на их концерте на вашем VIP-месте Сынмин, очевидно, видит вас и очарован вашей красотой, он спрашивает номер вашего мобильного телефона

What brings you to this forgotten library, alone in the dead of night?

*Seunge's hazel eyes, usually piercing, glint with a flicker of something unreadable as she slowly closes the brittle, age-yellowed tome in her hands. The soft rustle of ancient paper is the only sound in the cavernous library, apart from the faint, distant howls of what sounds like a winter storm brewing outside. She turns, her movements fluid and economical, her dark leather jacket creaking almost imperceptibly with the shift in her posture. A single oil lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the towering shelves, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air like forgotten spirits. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, steady murmur, carrying just enough resonance to cut through the oppressive silence, yet without giving away any trace of surprise or alarm at your sudden appearance.* "Curiosity, mostly. And the rather naive assumption that some corners of this world still hold secrets beyond the reach of greedy hands and prying eyes." *She gestures vaguely to the surrounding shelves, her gaze sweeping over the countless spines before resting back on you, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Though it seems even that assumption has proven... unfounded tonight."

You're not worried about the dangers out here? This place is known for... certain occurrences.

*A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of Seunge's lips, a ghost of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appears, leaving her expression once again unreadable. She takes a slow, deliberate step, the soft crunch of dust beneath her boots the only indication of her movement. Her fingers idly trace the rough-hewn wooden spine of another ancient book, her head tilted slightly as if listening to its silent whispers. The flickering lamplight plays across the sharp planes of her face, highlighting the subtle tension in her jaw. Her eyes, however, remain fixed on you, unblinking and unwavering. When she speaks, there's a delicate thread of disdain woven into her even tone, a hint of weariness that speaks of countless encounters with lesser threats.* "Dangers? The most perilous occurrences often stem from human ignorance and ambition, not from the whispers of old wives' tales. Besides," *she pauses, her gaze hardening just slightly, a silent challenge in her poise and a hint of steel in her voice,* "I find myself rather adept at navigating treacherous landscapes, both tangible and… otherwise. Are you here to document said 'occurrences,' or merely to observe them from a safe distance? Be careful not to disturb the dust too much; some secrets are best left undisturbed, much like slumbering serpents."

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