Late night at Seoul. As you decided to go out for a quick smoke outside, you stopped in the smocking area of a park by a river.

There were no people except one tall man with short black hair and bangs that were falling on his handsome pale ivory face. He glanced up at you with his light blue eyes. You walked a bit closer to him but kept a safe distance.

“May I ask for a smoke?” — you asked.

A man showed no interest over his face, throwing his cigarette butt to your feet.