Chaos: A Trial in Patience
Wonho liked to think he was a patient being, understanding and careful in his interactions. This entire deal in the supernatural community recently had been trying, but he had been able to deal with it pretty well. Until now. Until THIS.
He stood in angry, annoyed silence in the middle of his room. Every surface, every single surface was covered in flyers about the so called âChaos Controllerâ.  If there was one thing Wonho could not stand, it was his living space being messy. And this went beyond a mess. There were flyers coating the inside of his toilet, inside his fridge all of his food was wrapped in flyers, even his weapons were wrapped up like awfully disguised presents.
The only way this could have happened was magic. No one person could have done this by hand, especially as he had been asleep in the room as it happened. He could feel a presence at his door, someone just outside, and he knew it had to be them. Part of his mind urged caution, but the other part of him, the stronger part, was urging confrontation. And there would be confrontation.... as soon as he got these damn flyers off his sword, there would be confrontation!
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The flyers werenât coming off. No matter how he pulled at them, they stayed firmly in place around his sword and he let out a frustrated shriek while stalking towards the door. He couldnât /cut/ them with the sword like this but he could sure as hell bludgeon them.
He flung open the door and stepped into the hallway.















