The night streets pulsed with life despite the late hour. Neon signs twinkled, painting the roads in shifting shades of electric blue and crimson.
People moved in waves along the sidewalk, each lost in their own world. Some were trudging home after a long day of work, exhaustion evident in their weary steps, while others strolled leisurely, laughing with friends or walking hand in hand with loved ones.
Yet, amid the sea of faces, a few pairs of eyes seemed drawn to a particular figure passing through. Their glances were fleeting yet noticeable, a subtle twitch of reaction flashing across their faces before they quickly averted their gazes.
Unbothered, Ryul continued on his way, carrying a large box as usual. His jacket flapped with each step, shifting in rhythmic notes.
