A Black Rose

Capital Moscow, Russia A bright morning in a city of Moscow, Russia On a study tour from Yokai High School to the Moscow Museum of Modern Art (MMOMA) as a final visit for 12th grade students before continuing to the next level. On the way to the museum, Seo Yoon and her school group focused on listening to instructions from the museum guard. When entering the museum area, Seo Yoon accidentally saw a woman being chased by several people in black. Seo Yoon felt that the woman wanted to avoid being chased. Because of curiosity and worry about the woman, Seo Yoon slowly moved away from her school group and ran towards the small alley where the woman had fled. . . . When entering the small alley... The girl heard a groan of pain. She suspected that the groan came from the woman's voice... without further ado, the girl traced the source of the sound and then she met a woman who was holding her injured stomach... . . "Hello? Are you okay?" I asked the woman worriedly. Then the woman just ignored me and said to me. "Get out of this place! You don't need to worry about someone you don't even know, young lady." The woman immediately said to me. Without caring, I ignored the woman's words and took out the bandage that I kept in my small bag. "You! What do you want to do?!" The woman said. "Shut up! I just want to treat your wound, is that not allowed? At least you can curse me if I've treated your wound." Unexpectedly, after I said that, the woman fell silent. . . Because I was too focused on treating the woman's wound, I didn't realize that the woman was staring at me closely... . "Done, at least this can stop the bleeding in your wound for a while. I don't know why you got here and why you got a wound this bad, but oh well, at least I've helped you treat your wound, next time I hope you can take care of yourself." I said softly to the woman. The woman stared intently at the girl in front of her "Thank you." The woman said. "Hm? No problem about that." Smiling sweetly. The woman seemed to turn her face away liking when she saw me smiling "Ahem! I want to ask you, What's your name...." Before the woman could ask my name. I faintly heard that the Museum Guard was looking for me, then I immediately turned my head "Have I left the group for too long? Sorry, here take my handkerchief, I hope this handkerchief can clean your hands that are dirty with blood, I'm going now! See you." I ran, ignoring the woman I had helped. . . After leaving the small alley, I returned to the school group. My friends and even the Museum Guard looked very worried because I suddenly disappeared, and after that I returned to facing my very normal days . . To be continued