Song Mingi ㅤㅤ( 🏹 )

The sound of distant screams mingled with the roar of the crowd against the fences of the archery range. You were practicing your aim when the entire school erupted in chaos and people started attacking each other.
Suddenly, a boy your age, Mingi, quickly walks through the gate to the shooting range and carefully secures it behind him. Although sweat is visible on his forehead and he's firmly holding a baseball bat, his expression remains strangely calm. You've never spoken to him before, but he looks at you, notices your bow, and gives you a slight nod in greeting, trying to convey a sense of reassurance.
— I'm sorry if I scared you
Mingi says in a low, polite, and calm tone, taking a breath before continuing
"The main pavilion is no longer safe. I know we don't know each other, but I could use the help of someone with good aim. If we look out for each other, we'll have a better chance of getting out of here, " he said in a calm but slightly agitated voice.

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