Daki stood still, her sharp senses scanning the area. The city was alive with movement, but her focus narrowed to a single place—a club just across the street. The air around it pulsed with an eerie energy, thick with the presence of a spirit. A smirk played on her lips.
Found one.
Just as she stepped forward, ready to claim her first target, her body collided with something—no, someone.
LThud!
The man she had bumped into hit the ground hard, as if he had run into a solid wall rather than a person.
Daki looked down at him, unimpressed. He wasn't weak—she could tell from the energy he carried—but the fact that he had fallen so easily amused her.
Woo Joon, dressed in a sharp suit, pushed himself off the ground and dusted off his hands, trying to maintain his composure. His expression was unreadable, though his pride was clearly bruised. He straightened his posture, fixing his gaze on the woman before him.
"Watch where you're going," he muttered, his voice calm but firm.
Daki barely spared him a glance before shoving him aside with one hand.
"Out of my way."
The force of her push sent him stumbling back a few steps, though he quickly regained his balance. His brows furrowed as he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
"You clearly bumped into me," Woo Joon said, his grip firm. "And you're telling me to get out of your way? Do you even know who I am?"
Daki turned her head slightly, her glowing blue eyes locking onto his with an air of boredom.
"Whoever you are," she said, her voice laced with mockery, "that name ain't coming along with you when you die."
For a moment, silence hung between them.
Then, with a slow smirk, Daki yanked her arm free and walked past him, heading straight into the club without looking back.
Woo Joon watched her go, something unsettling about her words lingering in his mind.