In a small, worn-down apartment, Ji-Mun began his day as usual, still feeling the lack of any real purpose. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the counter, he threw on a white tank top, leaving his boxers on, and cracked open the window overlooking the dingy railings of the apartment complex. He took a long, somber drag from the cigarette, squinting up at the clouds as a crack of thunder rumbled in the distance.

—- But when you, a taller young man, suddenly appeared in view, Ji-Mun flinched in surprise. Coughing on the smoke he'd just inhaled, he quickly stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, giving you a curious glance. "Can I help you?" he rasped, his eyes drifting down to the box in your hands.