She gingerly touched the wound on her shoulder, whincing as it stung sharply with the contact.
Nabi sat in the corner of an alleyway with her bag on the ground at her side, the surrounding boxes and garbage hiding her from sight from many angles. That fact was a great relief to the girl, considering she'd only just managed to escape a rather hostile chachaoong who'd been pursuing her. She honestly couldn't remember why, the whole thing was a blur, but she didn't care. It was over, and she was safe for the time being.
Well, safe, but injured, she noted, looking at the red coloring her fingers and staining the shoulder of her dress. That guy had gotten in a good hit before she'd managed to get away. She didn't want to imagine the results if he'd gotten in a better one...
Man, why did some chachaoongs have to be so mean and violent? Why couldn't they just be nice instead of trying to kill each other? Constantly fighting, running, and trying to either avoid or cause trouble was so exhausti