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@☣ lyuhwa It truly was a hard thing to figure out what to do. After all, making sure someone didn't die in her arms wasn't something that she was very used to. But this woman needed her. This assassin needed something, anything to keep her from dying. Despite knowing that she was a criminal, Ahri couldn't allow for her die. Whether it was well deserved or not. "I'll.. I'll help you." It was a good thing her agent made her go to the gym every now and again. It took a little while longer than usual to get home, seeing as she wanted to use as many back alleys as she could to keep their presence as much of a secret as she could possibly handle. The important thing was that they arrived, one way or another. Unlocking the door, she found her strength began to tremble slightly as she laid the tattooed body on the couch. Ahri panicked as she ran off to the bathroom, looking for the medical box that she hadn't ever expected to use. The model found it before long and she quickly made her way back to the injured woman. "O-okay. I... Do you know what I should do? I've never done this before. I don't want to hurt you more..."

@song ahri It wasn't the first time Lyuhwa got injured, but it was the first time it happened while she was alone. She looked faintly at the female figure that helped her, but she couldn't see clearly, as her vision was blurred because she was just too weak for that. "No-- not the hospital!" She pleaded in a whisper, coughing some more blood. "Let's just go to-- to your apartment..." She tried to get up with her own straight but it seems like her worst battle. It required a strength she didn't know she still had at that moment, rushed by the thought of police or hospital coming. She didn't need that and even in the neutral area, the woman knew she was the bad type. Why help her? Why help someone so tattooed and wrong like her? She was sure to ask her sometime later anyway, maybe when she got her clear mind back again later. Now she had to concentrate on getting up. 1,2,3... Go! And with sighs of pain she got herself up, not to trouble the other woman too much with her own body weight. The other seemed to have a petite and fragile frame, as much as she did when she had no tattoos, but she could sense she was pretty strong. "Help me" she didn't even notice when the words spilled out from .

@☣ lyuhwa Danger. Something inside of her screamed danger when the other voice piqued up, only to reassure her that she was alive. Only somewhat, as she was so kindly gracious as to state. Helping someone injured wasn't something she normally did. But she'd be damned if she was going to leave this woman die, or struggle to get herself to wherever she needed to be for her own safety. Feet quickly scurried to the bloody lump, dropping to quickly check out whatever could be made of the situation. A knife wound, that much was obvious. One that was deep and spilling too much blood for anyone to be able to stay conscious, let alone alive. Her lip carefully trapped itself between her teeth, hands outstretching in offering to hold onto the injured woman, and take her wherever. "Then I'll help you, okay? I'll take you back to my house. It's closer than the hospital. You also don't.... Seem like the type to want to go there anyway. Please correct me if you're wrong." A free hand moved up to carefully move away any matted hairs from the woman's face, to try and make her comfortable, as well to allow her to see who she's helping. But her hands quickly moved back down. One carefully crept its way the assassin's waist, being careful and mindful of the dripping wound.

@song ahri Lyuhwa didn't know how she got herself in that situation. Well, she actually did, but she didn't want to believe. Every time she was assigned to kill someone, she would get high and that was an understanding, everybody knew that, but she was never a person who did mistakes even so. But this time, she did, becoming too loud while trying to kill a guy that was two times her weight and height and got stabbed near her rib cage. But she could turn the situation by placing a bullet right on his brain, killing him instantly. But, as she had lost a lot of blood (because the bastard kept hitting that same spot, giving it an uglier version of it than what already was), she couldn't make it to get into her own area, but gladly, she was in the neutral area. She got herself behind a building while pressuring the spot and tried to call any of her friends to come at her rescue, but she did have to find her phone dead. She cursed under her breath and threw it away, thinking she was going to die, because it suddenly got too cold for her. Her lips were purple already, when she heard a feminine voice. Her question made her laugh, and Lyuhwa coughed as well, blood coming out of her body through her lips. "Somewhat." She said in almost a whisper, her eyes too heavy to stay opened.

@☣ lyuhwa It was chilly out. Honestly a fairly miserable afternoon, if anything. Though Ahri was pretty biased. If there wasn't sun to caress her pale skin, the day wasn't worth enjoying. A gentle pout pulled at her plush, pink lips, chestnut ponytail bouncing around behind her as she tried her best to hurry home from the studio. Her hands did their best to wrap her jacket tighter around her body, while still keeping a tight grip on single bag of groceries. Saliva began to build as the idea of a homemade pasta dinner filled her head.

A pleasant hum gently touched the back of , eyes wandering as she began to pass by alleyways. The usual. Dumpy. Gross. Filled with nothing but garbage and the occasional gorgeous graffiti. However, upon passing one, something was a little different. A lump hidden near the back of a building, earning a frown to her soft features. Carefully, the model crept into the little way, eyes darting back behind her whenever she feels she hasn't looked enough to feel safe, but always looking right back at the lump. After all, it seemed to be moving. "Uh... Hello? Are you like... Alive?" Timid and uncertain, she continued on, voice offering a slight tremble despite her trying to seem a little tougher than what her exterior might prove otherwise.