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Adjusting the strap of her backpack, sharp nails digging into the damp material, she glances idly around. A confirmation of her suspicion – this scenic sight was straight out of a movie – earns a mirthless, murmuring laughter. Truthfully her curiosity had been piqued, not enough for her to be completely invested, but enough for Seulji to allow herself the pleasure of disappearing out of spring showers and into the warmth of wherever the other female was leading her.

Illegal was exciting. Better yet, illegal was – in her twisted way of thinking – morally right; well, for the most part anyway. A firm believer that rules constrict much more than necessary, rebelling is second nature and a habit unshaken since late teens. Nothing too white collar mind you, nor anything that conflicts with her other interests. Just the simple substance abuse here and there or the rarer five finger discount. You know, just to stick it to the man. “ Where exactly are we headin’ then, missus? ” Chirping up, eagerness echoing in each syllable, Moon Seulji tags along, ready for the next adventure.