#yiminggsw

A certain proclivity to impulsiveness was a trait long since quenched in the woman's tidy, succinct life in Seoul. She stuck to a tight schedule, accustomed to working around others and a production manager's directions. A creature of habit was made of her. No longer existed the spur of the moment driven young woman that Sihyun left behind with the rest of the Moon family, insistent that she not be the same. That she not be driven merely by a hunch or emotions... — and here she still stands, twiddling her fingers in the company of a strange man newly acquainted with.

( In fairness, he certainly was charming in his own way, if stilted expressions resembling that of an every day human could be considered so. Perhaps it is this touch of eccentricity that taps into her own and pulls her to listen. Or perhaps, her propensity to put more value into pretty looking things. )

The man named Yiming ( Mr. Guan, as she refers to him ) rambles on about his own preventative measures and intentions to leave offerings to whatever entity lingered about in the abandoned Northern Village. It was long abandoned for reasons not entirely unclear to her. Her own grandfather, the mayor of Dangam, in particular warned her of poking around up there even as a child. But back then, he still had color in his cheeks and a fullness to his crooked smile.

"Mr. Guan, I'm not too sure if it is vampires we're dealing with here. Maybe something else entirely... like malevolent ghosts or goblins." She scoffs and waves her hand, covering her own answers that are perhaps closer to Yiming's answer than she cares to admit. Blood-sucking creatures, he clamors on about. Her eyes dart away.