Lee Dojin returned home, arriving right in front of his doorsteps. Yet, he was just a few meters shy of stepping in. His crooked appearance, with his tattered clothes, wasn't something he was particularly fond of showing his mother.
Hassan and Ji-ah weren't by him anymore. They left, after talking about several things, plans and strategies, that bore no relevance at this current date yet.
Lee Dojin sighed with a smile. "One step at a time, huh?" He scratched his head and opened the door. The surrounding was dark. After all, it was still night. His mother must have gone to sleep, he thought. Which was fine.
He closed the door behind him, then slumped down, a wave of fatigue washing over him. For the first time, he felt at ease, looking at the still scenery of a house devoid of life. The whole world was tinted a dark blue, no light to be seen. It gave off a melancholic feeling, yet Lee Dojin found this space relaxing, albeit a little cramped.
