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It was barely twenty minutes past two and no single soul was seen in the streets the rogue roamed through, except for a few odd businesses that either had no fear of the unknown that would lurk in at this late hour or were simply that desperate, that they wouldn’t want to imagine that someone alike him could made it’s way in and bring along thirst and issues that could very well be their demise.
Avoiding the bigger puddles of water that insisted on forming by uneven sections of the damaged pavement, he made his way closer to one of these lonely shops, closed his umbrella, in order to give it a good shake and then take it away to the rightful place where others were aligned by.
Only then, once not being followed by the pitter patter of the precipitation, plus the sound of shoes that could possibly be too loud for his own ears, besides also possibly being a bother to others, the male entered through the restaurant, made himself comfortable and glanced outside as he waited for someone to approach, with faith that one of these nights, he would be able to sleep, eat and start all over or at least find the ending he had searched for ever since this curse fell upon him.
He missed sleep. There was nothing better -- in at least his point of view -- Than to close eyes and drift into a deep slumber, to be slowly dragged into into another realm of existence and to take form again into their day to day by the next day as the morning rose, but all of that changed once he was transformed, thus, all Jeong-Hun could do now was to aimlessly walk around, find entertainment and then return to his personal sleepless Hell.