"You called for me, Crowned Head?" Soojin speaks out, walking into the waiting tent, watching Yun Ki stand up from his seat as soon as he sees her waft in.
Soojin's eyes read no emotion.
Almost as though she was an extraterrestrial being, with no trace of humanity.
They're pitch black, cold and Yun Ki feels a sense of alienation as he watches her look at him with no expressions.
Now that was a little suspicious.
The thing about Yun Ki was, he was good at reading people.
He took pride in his ability to catch onto vibes, process whether they exuded positivity or not.
His gut feeling, which he'd call his intuition, was rather strong.
He believed that decisions made by the gut, were never wrong.
To him, Soojin was everything his crumpling world needed.
Stability, unadulterated innocence and mercy.
Those were the three virtues Yun Ki's aching soul was in dire need of.
Soojin was just, different.
