Surrounded in shadows of darkness, Myeol Mang relaxed against a hard brick wall, legs stretched out on a shelf, situated perfectly under an enormous circular window. Long fingers flicked open a shimmering silver lighter case, flicked case close, stray thoughts, his restless fingers kept playing with this lighter. Dark eyes, deep in thought, kept seeing Dong Kyung's fearful brown eyes, soft voice demanding why she had to suffer such a cruel fate. Almost the same words he once asked of little God, why is own fate is so cruel.
Gazing out the window, remembers how happy he felt seeing her beautiful face. Touching her soft hand, felt saddened of her fear at crossing the street which is his fault. Flicking the lighter open quickly and closed quicker, again and again, feels agitation. Confusion sets into his racing mind, since his brief encounter with this woman finds more and more time is spent pondering. Useless thoughts regarding a worthless human and yet she is somehow different from all the other people. But uncertain as to why this could happen and is afraid to ask little God. He would never show weakness of any sort and admitting growing affection for this particular human is out of the question. Shaking his head, resolves to stay angry at Dong Kyung for slapping him and her harsh words. Did she forget he is Myeol Mang!