The sun had barely risen over the horizon when Kim Jung stepped out onto the balcony of his home.
The cool morning air brushed against his skin as he gazed out at the city slowly coming to life.
His amber eyes, usually so focused and intense, held a hint of weariness. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on his mind.
Behind him, the sliding glass door opened quietly. Saber stepped out, two steaming mugs in her hands. She wordlessly offered one to Kim, who accepted it with a grateful nod.
"You're up early," Saber said softly, coming to stand beside him at the railing.
Kim took a sip of the rich, dark coffee before responding. "I couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind."
Saber studied his profile, noting the slight tension in his jaw. "Do you want to talk about it?"
For a moment, Kim was silent, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
