"If Shin Minyeo was a ghost…why'd she give me this tattoo?"
Abrial and Finley sat across from one another near the entrance of the dining tent, munching on bowls of spicy rice and fish cake. Abrial's hand kept moving subconsciously to the spot where the inky tattoo lay beneath her scarlet collar.
"There are many possible reasons," Finley said simply, stirring her rice cakes.
"Like what?" Abrial shoveled five orange rice cakes into her mouth at once.
