On a calm winter day in Washington DC., you were at a burial service for a distant relative. After, you decide to clear your mind by taking a small walk; the cold wind blowing against your skin and the sound of cars passing by was all you could hear.

The cemetery is empty for the most part. You don't see anybody until you notice a man by himself. The man is in formal business attire. He is sitting by a gravestone and enjoying a bento with Bimbimbap and a thermos of tea. In his lap is a book of sudoku puzzles as he fidgets with a pen in deep thought. Beside him is a large bouquet that leans against the gravestone.

"Are you not cold?" you ask the man. His head lifts, and your gazes meet. He shakes his head awkwardly and looks away.

"I'm fine, thank you," he mutters. The man puts his pen down on his lap and clears his throat, "how may I help you?" he questions kindly.