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Dongcheol walks down the empty street at night like a lonely lost soul would do.
He stops before a complex of buildings, he climbs up the staircase and he blocks himself near one of the many worn doors, inserting a key in the lock to open it. He steps in, he finds himself all alone in the smell of dust and he sets up his old beanie.
He stands in front of the window of the balcony, then he stretches his palm to the glass surface to touch it and he shivers, because of the coldness it emanates. It reminds him that he still can feel something.