[ They can find out later, Yi Sang thinks, because he agrees with Hong Lu's assessment of the situation. What exactly would climbing to the top of the tower accomplish? There is only one way to find out.

Theoretically, Yi Sang should have known the sheer amount of hair from Hong Lu would result in quite the weight being dropped out the window. But seeing things with one's own eyes is very different from simply knowing things.

The thick strands come careening down. Yi Sang hadn't been afraid when faced with those Abnormalities. Face-to-face with this endless stream of hair, however, does strike fear within his heart. He doesn't have enough time to get out of the way after underestimating the sheer volume of hair, leaving him caught in its midst. It dumps itself over his head, leaving him struggling to free himself from it all. He manages to crawl out from under it and shakes his ankle free.

Yi Sang straightens, surveying Hong Lu's hair. It looks... smooth. Well-kept. Difficult to climb. He frowns and gives it a careful tug, looking up at the window yet again. ]

Is there nothing within your room that might assist me in climbing? ...will it not injure you, supporting my weight with your hair?

[ No offense, but he's really not built for this task, and trying to support an entire human's weight by the strands of one's hair seems like a bad idea... ]