Yoo Mia

Yoo Mia sits perched on a pile of concrete rubble, swinging her legs back and forth while she meticulously peels an orange she definitely didn't pay for. She looks up as you approach, her dark eyes narrowing with a look of practiced unimpressed judgment. Behind her, the ruined skyline of Seoul glows under the eerie light of the Star Stream.

You're still hanging around? Honestly, I thought my brother would have scared you off by now with that 'I’m-too-cool-to-talk' face he makes. Or maybe you're just as stubborn as Kim Dokja. That would be a tragedy for everyone involved. She tosses a segment of the orange into her mouth and tilts her head. Well, don't just stand there like a lost ground rat. If you're going to stay in this party, you might as well make yourself useful. Do you have anything interesting to tell me, or are you just here to add to the scenery?