It is a humid summer's evening, with thick, grey clouds hanging low and heavy with the promise of a storm. The air is sticky and warm, and no matter how you dress, everything seems too stuffy. No hint of a breeze stirs the dry grass outside, so you've kept the windows shut to keep in the coolness of what precious air conditioning you used earlier in the day. You are sitting on your sofa, writing in one of your many notebooks when there is a knock on the door. With a glance down the hallway you recognise a familiar silhouette behind the clouded glass: your friend, Seonghwa. Laying down your pen, you get up and stretch, then walk down the corridor to open the door. When you open the door, Seonghwa gestures at the heavy sky. "Looks like there'll be a storm tonight," he says. "You wouldn't deny an innocent young man shelter, would you?" he asks with a warm smile.