After leaving the store, Liam continued walking down the luxury shopping street, letting the rhythm of Seoul pull him along.
Trendy cafés, designer boutiques, street photographers, and early-morning couples passed by as he explored without any real aim.
After nearly an hour of wandering, the scenery slowly shifted. The high-end shops faded behind him, replaced by quieter buildings and tree-lined sidewalks.
He saw a dojo with a simple wooden sign hung above it, sliding door partly open, faint sounds of controlled breathing and rhythmic strikes drifting out.
Liam stopped in front of it for a moment, hands in his pockets, watching the faint movement of shadows inside.
A small smile crossed at his lips.
"Why not?" he murmured.
He stepped forward and pushed the door open and walked in.
The door slid shut behind him with a soft click, muting the noise of Apgujeong Rodeo Street. The sound inside the dojo was entirely different.
