The morning breeze whispered across Jin Yeong's face, carrying the faint scent of rust and concrete from the city below. He stirred on the rooftop, the rough texture of the cracked surface pressing into his back, grounding him in a way that felt oddly comforting. His muscles groaned, still sore from yesterday's chaos—battles fought, deals struck, and decisions that clung to him like damp clothes. The sun was just beginning to peek through the jagged skyline, painting the world in hues of gold and shadow. For a moment, Jin let himself linger in the stillness, watching the mist curl around the distant towers. It was almost peaceful, if you ignored the weight of everything pressing down on him.