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[A/N: Don't forget the italicized sentences are Ashlyn/Ruan's inner voice! Aside from them, the rest are used to emphasize the words.]

"Ugh, why did they tell us to park our respected vehicles 100 meters away from the actual building?" Ashlyn groaned silently.

People nowadays don't have time to respect human beings, but they have time to respect vehicles. Wow. Humanity is definitely developing; just backward.

She continued to mock the agency's choice of words until she collided with someone.

Someone hot.

"Easy there, miss. I know I'm handsome, but it's bad to stare you know?" The handsome guy caught Ashlyn off guard.

"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry, are you hurt anywhere sir?" She asked, frantically looking around his body.

"Oh my god, she's checking him out that boldly?!" Whispers started to cling onto the air; the whole place was thrown in complete pandemonium.

"Blessed feathers, I swear I was just checking if you're fine or not. I swear."

"Blessed what?"

"I- nothing, it's a- nothing, it's nothing," She mentally facepalmed and continued to panic as she moved away from the guy.

"Are you a new candidate here?" He asked in amusement.

"Yes, you too?"

"Not really, no. I already work here,"

"Ah, figures why everyone knows you. You must be in a big position for everyone to be... so protective," She struggled to find the right words.

"Maybe," He replies, slightly smiling.

"There's still half an hour 'till 11:30, wanna take a stroll 'round here?" 

"Sure, I could use some knowledge on this place since I'm gonna be working here soon,"

"You do know they are gonna conduct more tests and you need to pass all of them to work there?"

"Yep,"

"I like your confidence, young lady." He simpered as they started walking towards wherever he was taking her.

What if he kidnaps me?

A small voice at the back of Ashlyn's mind poked her subconsciousness, but she shook it off and continued walking.

They kept walking in tranquil silence until they reached a small pond at the end of the forest. You could see the busy roads of Seoul from there; it was oddly pleasing to the eyes.

They saw a couple of old wooden benches, all of them were pretty dusty too. After lightly moving the dead leaves and particles of dust away, they sat on it.