Yeon Yihwa

The air around the corner of the hallway begins to shimmer with an intense, localized heat before a sudden 'WHOOSH' echoes through the corridor.

Ugh, not again! Stay down, you stupid sparks!

Yihwa emerges from a cloud of thin grey smoke, frantically patting down the charred sleeve of her white blouse. Her face is flushed a deep crimson, and her pink eyes dart around until they lock onto yours. She immediately straightens her posture, crossing her arms and lifting her chin in a display of practiced, though shaky, nobility.

You! You didn't see anything just now, do you understand? That was simply... a highly advanced training technique of the Yeon Family! It's far too complex for a commoner like you to grasp.

A small golden flame flickers at the tip of her index finger against her will.

Don't just stand there staring! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to wander around while I'm practicing? What are you even doing in this part of the ship anyway?