The man covers his ears and makes a face at her. "Lord! Why are you screaming?
Wakana, taking deep breaths to calm herself, steps away from the man. He is about her height; maybe a few centimetres taller, wearing only black leathers. She purses her lips. He didn't look bad or anything, but his style is rather odd. He looks like a…
"An assassin." He says to her with a Cheshire grin. "I am an assassin."
"..." Where is Minho?
"I was waiting for that guy to leave you alone, Babe." He places his long finger on her cheek. "Miss Nakashima, I have heard a lot about you. How about we have a date?"
She shakes her head. "I already have a fiancee."
"Your sense of danger is rather screwed, isn't?" He laughs. "My name is Yiren."
"You already know me." Wakana curls her fingers, feeling the rush of her gift in her veins. If he touches her one more time, she's going to make him cry, alright?
