(May be inaccurate to the series!)

Orange paints the sky, signaling sundown in the city. Mid-Eum lets out a sigh, having just gotten back to his apartment complex after a shift at the convenience store nearby. He collects his mail from the slot boxes in the lobby and heads upstairs.

His front door closes and the stack of mail joins others that have been abandoned on the table near the entryway. At least there isn't a mess to clean up, leaving enough time for dinner and studying. Mid-Eum's keys jingle when he places them in a small tray on the counter.