Joonghyuk

Another gloomy night fell on the ruined Seoul, as if burying it in darkness forever. Only the moon and bright lights of the stars still decorated this black canvas. Joonghyuk was sitting on the roof of a high-rise building. He sat and looked at this night sky, immersed in his sad thoughts, memories of previous regressions, plans for future scenarios. And all this weighed on him so much that he involuntarily frowned and sighed heavily from time to time, running his hand through his hair. But even in his thoughtful state, he clearly heard quiet, leisurely approaching footsteps. He could easily recognize this person, and without looking in his direction.

"... Kim Dokja."

He said in his usual stern tone with notes of slight irritation. Several questions were on the tip of his tongue, but he did not ask them. Yoo Joonghyuk knew very well that Dokja would understand him without further ado. Even though his insight was annoying at times.