Yoo Shiro came home depressed and with a headache that made him feel as if someone was hammering his head. It was almost morning now and he already loathed to even think about the day ahead. It had taken him a few hours to clean up the events from last night. And only as he drove home, did the fact that Nora had died sink in. And he could not help but blame himself for it. There were so many things he could have done to help her, to prevent this but he had been unable to. Yu Seok had received a few stitches and after dropping the two injured people to their home, he had driven himself home. The few minutes of silence had also eaten at him, the burden of Nora's death too much for him to bear. He thought back to the time when she had sweetly hugged him and looked up to him. Behind her innocence had hidden such cruelty. He stared out of the car, his fisted hand resting on the wheel in front of him.