After experiencing that nightmare, Jinhoo slowly lowered his hand from his forehead and turned his gaze toward the window.
The sky outside was still dark.
The night had not yet given way to dawn.
The world beyond the glass looked silent, almost frozen in time.
He rose from his chair, the faint creaking of wood echoing softly in the quiet room, and walked out.
A few moments later.
He stepped out of the elevator and exited the hotel.
The night air greeted him with a cool breeze.
He looked at the peaceful and quiet darkness stretching across the empty streets. The earlier noise from the plaza had completely faded, leaving only the distant hum of the wind and the occasional rustle of leaves.
He leaned against the hotel wall.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small cigarette pack.
He took one cigarette and lit it using the lighter he had bought during his journey here.
The flame flickered briefly before the tip glowed orange.
He inhaled slowly.
