[Yona stares up at the figure, both terrified and confused. The greeting, while not incredibly friendly, seems benign enough — certainly not a threat. And yet who wouldn't feel threatened by a stranger masked figure chasing them down an alley?]
What do you want?
[She wishes Hak were here — and in the next breath, is almost glad that he isn't. If she's going to stop him from doing stupid reckless things to protect her, she needs to prove that she can take care of herself.]
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What do you want?
[She wishes Hak were here — and in the next breath, is almost glad that he isn't. If she's going to stop him from doing stupid reckless things to protect her, she needs to prove that she can take care of herself.]