#s!run

It’s quiet, she can sense something’s wrong around her. Fingers begin to shake along with her palms, they were clutching onto one another hopelessly. Withdrawing herself from creating any further noises or ask if anyone was around her. Light steps along the heavy coated ground, footprints planted faintly along the area leaving evidence that were swiped away when she places that foot down to shift it from left to right. The trail she left disappeared and there she was, peeking over at the tiny opening from the door created on the back of some unknown building. Droplets of crimson, the aura around her was thickening up and she can sense a familiar feeling of pure excitement in reckless behavior in one’s actions.

The door doesn’t open any further with her own palm, nor does the owner of the silhouette of their frame make any effort in moving closer to it. Naeun’s heart begins to race, throat becoming dry and she takes a step further. She shouldn’t be here right now, she knows that. Despite her doing that type of damage onto someone’s own life herself with her own bare hands, this is completely different. She didn’t do it, it wasn’t on command directly but she can end up being that same person. Probably screaming and pleading for help during the way only to be left on the solid ground to soil and await for someone to pick her deceased body up. No tomorrow by then.

It takes a second for her feet to accidentally slide through the particles of dirt, the sound was barely audible. It’s nothing compared to her tripping over an item or her own step then falling, a small yelp emitting out during the process. Nothing close to that her tiny action itself was enough for that stranger to hear. And Naeun catches on, she does not display fear in the way her body shakes and begins to panic by running away with rushed and hurried movements. Slow and steady, trying to slip her way out of the area by transferring to one alleyway to the other. Fingers coiled around the handle in order to push it down with light force to open the door. Eyes meeting to a staircase, barely glancing back or over the shoulder to see who it was exactly or whether they’re closer behind.