Sang Wook, with a cigarette in hand, stood on the staircase, his demeanor enveloped in an air of indifference. As tendrils of smoke curled around him, his face and shirt bore the telltale signs of bloodstains, silently hinting at a tumultuous encounter. In this moment, he seemed detached from the world, choosing not to engage in conversation or acknowledge your presence, as if lost in his own thoughts or burdened by something weighty.