He's looking at the illuminated skyscraper of Seoul from his hotel window, reflecting on what happened in the match; he's playing back all the possible scenarios of what could have been the best move, but he knows no matter how many times he played the game of - what if - the result will be the same. They lost the game.
He stepped away from the window when he heard a soft knock on the door.
Mr. Wan was standing outside when he opened the door. He can't help but lower his head and murmurs, "I'm sorry."
He didn't answer, just forced himself inside the room, and sat down on the couch.
Grand twisting his hands, stood in front of Mr. Wan and waited for the scolding.
"Have your team ready for the joint practice with the Singaporean team. We'll be checking out tomorrow and move to Busan where the practice will be held. Apparently the owner of The Admiral has contact with some CTF team there."
Mr. Wan stood up and tapped his shoulder, "Don't beat yourself too much."
