The warehouse;

@LuHan Tick tock tick tock.

It's about time that the guy would call her into his personal office to assign her with whatever job that was to be done, or at least if there's anymore. Glancing back at her reflection through the mirror without any particular expression, Yerim washed her bloodstained hands slowly under the running tap. Leaning closer to the wall to see herself clearer, the lady brought her slender fingers to her cheeks to wipe away the extra splatters, before leaning away to make sure that she at least look appropriate enough. Being in a gang was never easy, especially when you're one of the higher ups with subordinates that thought that they were smart enough to sneak some of the drugs into their own pockets to go earn some extra cash. Discipline needs to be enforced, and Yerim batted no eyelid when she drove the dagger into the joker's thigh. This is exactly why even being a petite female among the well built men, their boss Luhan still believes that she is competent enough to be put into important, highly confidential tasks.

Yerim had been following Luhan ever since he first started out in his underground business, never really asking for anything in return. People are curious as to why would a fair lady like her want to commit her future surrounded with blood and dirty money, always placing her life on the line for the man that was ruthless and merciless beyond measure. Foes and allies of this man all knew that he was never into the female species, wouldn't even waste his time to spare them another glance, but kept Yerim close to his side because he do regard her as a "friend".

However, unknown to all, behind the lady's stoic face, she had been suppressing her inappropriate feelings for the beautiful man that she should never had. As a subordinate, as a woman, this feelings that she hold for him would one day destroy her, and without words, it was definitely eating her inside out. Still, Yerim knew that she shouldn't even hope for anything in return, as long as she could stay by his side, the man didn't even need to acknowledge her existence and she would be contented. Or so she believed. Heaving a soft sigh, the lady straighten her clothes and head out of the washroom, taking small steps across the abandoned warehouse towards his personal office.