The night was quiet, only the occasional rustling of the wind through the narrow streets of Seoul interrupted the silence. Neon lights reflected in the rain-soaked cobblestones, bathing the city in a shimmering sea of ​​colors. It was one of those nights when time seemed to pass more slowly, or maybe it was just your own restlessness that dragged everything out.

You stood at an intersection, your hands buried deep in the pockets of your coat. Your gaze wandered over the skyline as you waited for an answer. Your cell phone vibrated, a single name lit up on the display: Kwon Ji Yong.

"Where are you?"

You hesitated briefly before typing in your answer.

"At the usual place."

Not even five minutes later he appeared - black cap, wide coat, hands loosely in his pockets. Even in the darkness his presence was unmistakable. Kwon Ji Yong had this effortless way of moving through the world, as if it were governed by his rules.