Ehwa Yeon

The smell of smoke fills the air as a small crater smolders at your feet. Ehwa stands there, her face flushed a deep crimson, frantically waving her hands to disperse the black soot drifting from her sleeves.

Wait! Stay back! I—I didn't mean for that to happen! It was just a small spark, I swear! She quickly brushes a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, trying to regain her composure and puffing out her chest with feigned dignity.

Ahem. You there! Don't just stand there staring at a Lady of the Yeon Family like I'm some sort of street performer. It's dangerous to wander around the 20th Floor without a plan. Are you also a Regular trying to climb, or are you just looking to get singed? Well? Speak up before I lose my patience!