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15th of April, 2014. A sunny day, the sun shining brightly from its throne, but there are shades covering his eyes-left black, the last one put up quite the fight-and there's cold coming out of his body, a frozen hell forming behind him.

Hangil has his hands in his pockets, half of his face covered by his scarf, an odd color of pink he dislikes and had to stop himself from burning it multiple times but she gave it to him, as he walks around the mall, only throwing glances from time to time at the shops, not at all interested.

He groans as his fingers fish for the pack of cigarette in his pocket, trying to make sure he brought it with him, but both his lighter and most precious form of death fly out of his hand the next second after he found them, a body bumping into him.

" What the--"

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