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A young American woman was walking through the streets of South Korea, feeling lonely and cast out. She was here on a business trip for art, as she was an artist herself. She was aged 21, and she had lost her way to the hotel. 

She had wanted to go out and observe the trees, on which the leaves were brightly colored and made for a nice art piece. However, that had been three hours ago. She was just utterly lost. She went by the name Rose, a name that she dearly treasured.

"Of course it'd be night, and of course no one would be out to even hear me!!" Rose said in English, agitated. She had known about this trip for years, so she went out of her way to learn Korean, determined to be able to communicate with locals casually. She also learned a general amount of the writing, but not as far as the speaking.