The neighborhood was quiet as the residents slept blissfully. There was only one working streetlight while the rest were out of order. The road was dark but a lone figure was walking along it as quietly as possible. Hwang Junho had his hoodie up as he made his way to his destination.
"Where is he?" he muttered to himself. He was carrying a bag on his shoulder and stood under the lamp, checking his watch. It was past 2 AM and he was waiting for someone. His patience was running out as he tapped his foot.
Suddenly he heard the scrapping of feet approaching his way. A person shrouded in a long shawl came into view. Junho groaned as the man stood in front of him.
"What's with the weird getup?" he scoffed. Underneath the shawl was a man in his fifties. He had snowy white hair and a portly stature. His neck was hidden beneath his chubby face and he walked with a limp. But the man's attire made him stand out the most.
