Kim taehyung the witch he sat alone on the cold stone bench, wrapped in his dark cloak. The wind howled around him, carrying the smell of rain and decay. He looked out into the night, longing for the warmth of a fire and the comfort of a safe home. But he knew that was no longer an option for him, that he was outcast and alone. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his own thoughts and not be consumed by the darkness around him