sooman returned, but this time with another person; a boy, around her age. his wide eyes seemed innocent, but considering where she was, he was probably anything but.

his dark hair was messy, as if he just got out of bed, but there was evidence of an attempt to fix it, considering the gel that kept his hair standing. he had eyeliner lining his top lid, nowhere near winging out but also nowhere near being neat; it was smudged and smoked, giving him a more scary portrayal.

his hands were shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans, which still seemed too loose on him; his leather jacket covered his shoulders, and an army green shirt kept his torso away from prying eyes.

hwamin wasn't sure how long she was staring, until a voice broke her out of her trance.

"take a picture, it'll last longer. oh wait, your hands are cuffed and we have your phone."