Modern day Selika: Currently still in reform under Korean rule.
In a place that still needs to be fix, Selika. The rusty trucks, and the old vintage bikes were everywhere in the street. People going back and forth between places trying to find jobs or delivering items. There were barely any jobs, but because of recent built of small factories from Korean companies, small jobs were being offered at a very slow pace.
Running out of the old house was 22 year old, "Misan, it’s called Misan. Grandma, if there’s anything I can do for you just ask someone here to find Misan and I’ll come running okay. So next time when you need someone to help you carry these bags it’ll be me." Misan bow and continue her way down the street. She was already 22 years old, and for 15 years she had search for her sister non-stop.
"Now, where was that street at?"
She turns the corner and spots a black shining van parked in front of her house. "Don’t tell they’re back again!" Mi san quickly ran down the street towards the car when a man suddenly steps out. Misan moved closer to get a hard look at him. "I’ve said it plenty of times! I don’t want to sell this land!"
The man took off his sunglasses and gazes at Mi san. His eyes were dark hazel brown, the texture of his hair was like light golden brown feathers. She gulps and steps away from him. "Y-You’re not the same guy from last week. B-But I’m still not going to sell my land! Name whatever price; I’m still not going to take it."
"So you’re the young lady that threw a full bucket of water on my secretary. Did you know that he came back soaking wet and he’s in bed coughing right now?" he smiles and leans in closer to her, "So, how do you want to do this?" he whispers and gently reaches over to her shoulder.
Misan quickly moves away, "D-Don’t touch me! I’m not that kind of girl." The man laughs, "Ohoh, so you’re not that kind of girl. I wouldn’t think you were either. By the looks of it, yours clothes tells me everything I need to know."
In a place that still needs to be fix, Selika. The rusty trucks, and the old vintage bikes were everywhere in the street. People going back and forth between places trying to find jobs or delivering items. There were barely any jobs, but because of recent built of small factories from Korean companies, small jobs were being offered at a very slow pace.
Running out of the old house was 22 year old, "Misan, it’s called Misan. Grandma, if there’s anything I can do for you just ask someone here to find Misan and I’ll come running okay. So next time when you need someone to help you carry these bags it’ll be me." Misan bow and continue her way down the street. She was already 22 years old, and for 15 years she had search for her sister non-stop.
"Now, where was that street at?"
She turns the corner and spots a black shining van parked in front of her house. "Don’t tell they’re back again!" Mi san quickly ran down the street towards the car when a man suddenly steps out. Misan moved closer to get a hard look at him. "I’ve said it plenty of times! I don’t want to sell this land!"
The man took off his sunglasses and gazes at Mi san. His eyes were dark hazel brown, the texture of his hair was like light golden brown feathers. She gulps and steps away from him. "Y-You’re not the same guy from last week. B-But I’m still not going to sell my land! Name whatever price; I’m still not going to take it."
"So you’re the young lady that threw a full bucket of water on my secretary. Did you know that he came back soaking wet and he’s in bed coughing right now?" he smiles and leans in closer to her, "So, how do you want to do this?" he whispers and gently reaches over to her shoulder.
Misan quickly moves away, "D-Don’t touch me! I’m not that kind of girl." The man laughs, "Ohoh, so you’re not that kind of girl. I wouldn’t think you were either. By the looks of it, yours clothes tells me everything I need to know."
