The tranquil Islav Street lay nestled within the vibrant cityscape of Neo Seoul. Unlike the bustling thoroughfares nearby, this avenue remained relatively uncrowded, affording a peaceful retreat for those seeking a respite from the city's chaos. Situated adjacent to a modest bridge known as Garagger, the street enjoyed the gentle company of the Gilligan river, meandering gracefully alongside its course.
"Hah…" Against the backdrop of this serene ambiance, George Hendrick found himself leaning back against the railing of Garagger bridge, as he exhaled a long, heavy sigh.
It was an unusual moment for him, as he had passed by this bridge countless times before, never once stopping for any particular reason. Today, however, an inexplicable impulse had led him to this spot.
