After six centuries of human nonsense, Yoonyoung wasn't particularly fond of areas with a high concentration of the things. You never knew which were hostile and which were minding their own business and the whole idea made her skin crawl. Still, human hubs were her best bet when it came to finding what she was searching for. Who she was searching for. The old picture clutched in her hand was worn, heavily so. It's edges were faded and it had a line across the center where it had been continuously folded over the years. Coming to a stop by a shop at the epicenter of - she glanced at the sign marking the street's name - Main Street (clever), she refolded the photo and tucked it into the inner pocket of her jacket. Her mind briefly drifted to the wellbeing of her animal companions, all left in a temporary spot in the nearby woods. Leaning against the faded brick, her eyes were subtly trained on every person passing through, focusing especially when someone looked similar to her precious friend.