Luhan didn't know if he should hit Taemin or kick his god damn . On the one hand, he was pleasantly surprised by Hana's change and impressive fighting ability, but on the other hand he was a bit worried since she looked exhausted; and since she was probably half and that she didn't care at all. “Hana, you okay?” Lay was a bit worried since he knew that wounds caused by Luhan and Sehun's blood wouldn't close as fast as they actually should. Hana carefully touched her wound and grimaced slightly.

“It's okay, I guess.” She shrugged but didn't struggle as Lay laid his hand on the wound. Seconds later, the wound closed until nothing remained, not even a scar. “Man, we could have really used you during our training period,” Hana muttered, and Lay raised his brow. Luhan hasn't noticed it from the very beginning, but now he knew why she didn't show her back to him. “Luhan, what are you doing?” Hana growled, but he tightened his grip around her a bit and turned her around.

He drew a sharp breath and slowly turned his head to Taemin. “How did that happen?” The earth trembled under his silent anger, but Taemin was not fazed by it. “Got burned by hot iron. You know that fire is one of the few things that leave scars, right, Kai?” A growl came over Kai's lips, before he turned his attention to Hana. His anger quickly subsided and turned into worry. “Hana, how did that happen?” He asked again, while Luhan still didn't let go of her. Now he was really angry at Taemin for placing Hana in such danger.

“Luhan, let me go,” Hana growled and jerked her arms away. “We got into a fight with a few Vampire idiots and some of them thought that it would actually be funny to burn my back. Nothing serious though.” She shrugged her shoulders while Luhan's feelings rode a roller coaster. Nothing serious?! She talked about that issue like she talked about the weather. With a nervous sigh, Luhan put his coat over her shoulders

Suddenly, they all turned around at the same time. They had all noticed that strange presence, which hadn't been there before. There stood a girl in the alleyway; her nearly white hair slowly moving even though there was no wind. Her skin was bright as well, nearly glowing, and her eyes were nearly translucent. She didn't look like she was from this world, not at all, and Hana asked herself what exactly that girl was.

Her body was the body type of a preteen; petite and fragile, but eyes told things a teen could never have experienced. She walked closer with rather confident steps. “Who are you?” Baekhyun whispered, and the girl slowly turned her head to him. Instinctively, Baekhyun grabbed after his guns. That girl wasn