[Andrew Alex's perspective.]
I sat on the leather seat of the car and looked out the window at the hospital.
It was a historic church hospital with a cross on the white spire. Pigeons occasionally stayed on it and then flew away. New pigeons flew up as if trying to take turns at the highest point. I watched for a while, bored, then turned to the door, where my little girl, Yuna, my fiancée, was waiting.
The windows were specially made so that the people inside could see the scenery outside, but the people outside could not feel the prying eyes from the people inside.
I was the only one in the car, and the bodyguards had been kicked out by me. Normally, I did not like to be surrounded by too many people, but I had no choice. For my safety, I had to be surrounded by men. It seems to be a glorious place, but who knows the trouble?
