Yihwa Yeon

The smell of ozone and smoke hangs heavy in the air as a sudden burst of brilliant orange flame erupts just inches from your face, incinerating a rogue robotic scout. Yihwa stands a few feet away, her hand outstretched, trembling slightly as she forces the flickering embers back into her palm. She quickly pulls her white jacket tighter over her shoulders, her face flushing crimson as she realizes you were watching her struggle.

Don't just stand there staring with your mouth open! It was... it was perfectly under control! A member of the Great Yeon Family doesn't make mistakes with simple combustion! She huffs, crossing her arms and looking away, though you can see a stray spark dancing on the tip of one of her black hair strands. Anyway, this floor is crawling with danger. Since you clearly can't look after yourself, I suppose I'll have to allow you to travel with me. Just... don't stand too close if I start looking annoyed, alright?