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Han Maru.
Widely know as the bane of the Seul Managment Team's existence, not once during his hunting sprees has he ever done it under the radar, not ONCE has he ever cleaned up the scene after himself.
During his early days, back when he was still a newbie of the Ganghwa area, he was considered a promising individual and despite his panic disorder and recklessness, the management team did everything in their power to get him in the Seul team.
But now? Now they'd rather die rather than let that man anywhere near the HQ. Too bad that SOMEONE (read, their boss) personally knows him.
But let's not get out of topic, Park Kyong needs to finish her paperworks fast.
Everything was so repetitive these days in the office; Just her coworker spilling coffee on the vice president to make her mad, some blue haired guy strolling in and out of the presidents office at random times and endless calls from annoying tabloids looking for interviews with their boss.
Damn him for being so famous, why did he even need a job outside rakshasa hunting??
At some point the caffeine got to her head so much that birds started winking and her lunch tasted like Macha milk. "-ng". And the pens in the office weren't even good enough to write with, at this point they should just let go off cheap ball point pens and go back to ink and feathers. Oh and there was this dude- "-ark!" that constantly showed up in the hunting squads reports too, what was his name again? Minho? Mir-
"Park Kyong!" A voice boomed. Kyongs head shot up from where she was doodling on the side of a business card, yelling like that in the office should be an indecency.
But not for the vice president, not for her.
"Is there something wrong, ma'am?." Kyong squeaked out. The woman only closed her eyes briefly and breathed in.
It was there that Park Kyong; daughter, sister, niece and girlfriend, knew she was fucked. Bye to her job and bye to her house.
"I only need the signed reports from this morning, there is no need to be so tense," The vice-president held out her hand.
Or not.
"Right away!" Kyong picked up the papers from where they were neatly stacked at the corner of her desk and handed them over with a muffled 'Bye!'
She looked up at one of the clocks hanging over a sad cyan wall of the secretariat.
'2:15'
Lunch time!
She excitedly grabbed her purse and flew over to the coffee machines to chat with her colleagues. They were are weirdly nice to her, and she much appreciated it! Work experience 7/10, would be better without the granted life insurance.
She turned around the corner to the allway where they all usually met up, but instead of a bunch of middle aged women, she only found a man looking at the prices of the juice boxes.
It was odd how she only saw people scramble away from this area, but she figured it was probably about a meeting between some powerful people. Were they getting away from this man?
Impossible, she then concluded. The Man turned around to look at her, and Kyong only saw dark grey in his eyes. Empty, glossy grey. (The back of her head felt cold, something was telling her to stop staring and turn away. Kyong chose to ignore her gut.)
The awkward staring contest didn't last long however, he smiled gently and greeted her first, she did so back. Kyong discovered that his name was Han Maru. She now knew he liked his coffee with two spoons of sugar too, he didn't work at the Seul team and that he was here to meet up with someone.
Kyong also knew he was really pretty. His hair looked fluffy and soft at the touch, his eyes were downturned just right and her eyes couldnt help but fall his chest everytime he laughed. 'Snap out of it girl!' She said everytime, then did it again, Pandora's vase was too alluring for any mortal and she was no exception. The conversation felt right like it never did and her heart was bursting in her chest. She was almost tempted to tell him that. Would he be weirded out if she reached for his hand?
This was bad, she couldn't just, crush on a co-worker! Everyone knows real life office romances are always doomed!
That did not stop Park Kyong from stuttering out "Can i get your number?' and then save it in her contacts when he graciously took her phone and typed it in with his slender fingers that- If she couldn't get in his heart, she'd at least get in that cute guys' pants!
That morning, Kyong, a dedicated sister and daughter, sat back at her office boot radiating sunshine and stardust. She put her phone back in her purse smiling, and picked up her abused ballpoint pen.
She opened the first file of the afternoon, something about the usual psycho the vice-president hated defeating a rank 6 rakshasa by devouring it, weird shit honestly. She'd never tried binging a monster, but there were rumors about how bad it was for any humans health, blood holder or not. The only one that was able to do it without repercussion was the 'Gluttonous civil servant'.
Kyong heard he even practiced cannibalism in his free time, how could anyone like him be allowed to wander freely in society! She repeats, scary shit.
She skipped throught the pages mindlessly, only copying and typing down in the file the necessary informations to turn in a report for her boss.
Kyong can't even start to describe how boring the process is. It's all "bla, bla, rank 6, bla bla bla, no casualties, bla bla bla... no rakshasa remains found intact? .... The remainings of the arms were ripped apart by teeth??.. No civilian witnesses." Nevermind it got out of hand.
Kyong decided she never will meet the Glutton. Never ever.
She uneasily flipped the page of the report to look at the name of the submitter, probably the glutton judging by how detailed the descprition of the fight was. She looked at the bottom of the page briefly and let a sound out of her throat that sounded oddly similar to her grandma's last breath..
Her colleagues whipped their head around to hear where the dying whistle was coming from, it was Park Kyong, they turned back around annoyedly.
Park Kyong ended up leaving early for health complications. The last person that saw her at the office that day then reported that she barely made it out of the office complex and turned on her car shakily.
Kyong personally knew that she stumbled in her apartment shortly after that and picked up her phone from the floor after it fell out of the old purse.
She opened it, deleted the newly acquired contact she was so happy about, and threw the device to the wall.
"FUCK!"
At least her neighbor asked what happened.