Dark sheets covered the windows. The room was in complete darkness. It was one in the morning.
Fang Raon was sleeping on the futon, like there were no worries in the world, dreaming about another life.
Soft sounds escaped his mouth.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and the only thing that could be heard was the gentle pitter-patter of rain against the window.
Creak~!
The sliding door opened. Very quietly. A man stood at the doorstep with a heavy-looking object in hand.
It was a hard-looking stick, shaped like a baseball bat, with a much bigger tip than a normal baseball bat would have.
"…"
Rock quietly entered the room, didn't bother to close the door, and stood over Fang Raon's sleeping body.
'So, he didn't have any trouble falling asleep. My former students couldn't fall asleep out of nowhere.
'Is he just that fearless, or was he just too tired to stay awake?'
Rock wondered.
