#anil01

( ` expected that the beifongs live like this, in some sort of metal fortress looking thing, not too far away from the police station. chunhee had briefly pondered on the pros and cons of coming—it’s too obvious end of day. but does he really care? well—guess not. otherwise he wouldn’t have found the chance to sneak out after breakfast. wig and a pair of casual clothing in tow. ) ( ` destination had been an easy decision. chunhee hadn’t stayed in republic city long enough prior to befriend anyone else. it was just a pity that that particular person had to stay with the beifongs. ) ( ` it’s like asking to get exposed. ) ( ` but, fearless, here he is. disguised as a woman, yet all the same, reaching to knock clearly on the door to the beifong estate. ) “hello,” ( ` smile on his face is deceptively demure at the woman that answers. when it comes to lying, or rather, putting on a facade, chunhee was no spring chicken ) “is an’il here?”