2-1 : ANGST : Injury / illness
[So Hae-joo tries to keep a fair distance from anything really supernatural in either direction, demonic or angelic. He isn't quite on board with that whole Christian thing yet, even if it's common around Fallen London. But this strange colourless bite scar on his arm has since begun to itch, and his dreams are getting worse every night. So on the advice of a clergyman, he's made his way back to the surface, and hey, who knew, the angel is where he was said to be.]
[He clears his throat as he approaches, absently touches the protective charms he's wearing under his clothes (one of them at least has got to work, right?), and reaches in his bag to take out a dark bottle with a blue gleam and something moving inside it.]