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Some days were slower than others. On one of these particular days, the fallen angel took leisure in wandering the halls of Keisung. Now not normally the type to skip class, a couple got cancelled or rescheduled, giving Minki an amount of free time he didn’t know what to do with. Last time he wandered the music halls, maybe some other place will be more interesting this time around.

After passing the collection of science class rooms, he turned and found himself walking to the art hall. The former angel stopped dead in his tracks with hesitation, biting his lower lip and considering whether or not he wanted to continue. While typically he avoided this area as if the air was diseased. Despite that, something was coaxing him to move forward. With an exasperated sigh, he changed the current song on his iPod before continuing down on his path.

The air smelled of paint and it honestly took Minki back. Back to his life as an angel. It made him shiver a bit, a phantom sensation running along his scars. He didn’t know what to make of it. Impulsively, the blonde stopped to turn and enter the room closest to him in case he started to panic. He bursts into the room, dropping all of his possessions onto the ground in the process. However, what’s in the room was something he could’ve have prepared himself for. A figure is already painting with his back turned, the easel bright as day to him. Just a regular guy painting away wouldn’t be a frightening image to the average monster, but what started to freak Minki out was what was on the canvas. His own face. That style was recognizable.

“Ji… Jinhwa?” A name that hasn’t slipped past his lips in 500 years made its way out, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. All Minki could do was stand there and stare. Stare at the sole reason his wings were painfully ripped out of his back. The reason he wandered earth like a lost child trying to find his way back home. He felt his heart drop down into hell, his stomach churning and the anger that resided in him boiling and rising into his throat. Did he want to run? Did he want to confront him?

hi im davis nice to meet you