Fierce winds sweeping in from the sea lashed all of South Los. Ships bobbed in the harbor, and the seabirds had long since vanished.
The sky darkened.
Bank after bank of black clouds rolled in.
Lightning flashed amid peals of thunder.
Inside a makeshift shelter, several elderly laborers knelt on both knees and prayed silently.
They hoped the storm would pass quickly.
Otherwise, with winter approaching, their homes might not hold out.
In a distant warehouse, the keeper lit the Charcoal Brazier. Once the damp, chilly room had warmed through, he took out the liquor hidden beneath his bed. He knew today would be another wonderful day.
Because he could take a break.
Meanwhile, a carriage carrying the son of the owner of these warehouses, one of the merchant association's heirs, raced toward the coast. The heir urged his driver on.
"Faster!"
"Even faster!"
"I want to feel the storm!"
Standing atop the carriage, the young man spread his arms and cheered loudly.
He seemed to have already planned how he would boast of his bravery at the salon in a few days.
But just as he was about to burst into laughter to show off his "courage," he froze.
Because-
He saw someone.
Amid the rolling black clouds, lightning, and thunder, someone stood in the sky.
The young man stood rooted to the spot, dumbstruck.
Boom!
Another thunderclap sounded. The young man blinked, and the figure vanished from his sight.
"Maybe I was seeing things?"
The young man rubbed his eyes.
Then he stopped bothering with such trivial matters. He had come here to gather something to talk about at the salon in a few days.
The carriage continued onward, trailing a string of laughter.
Hearing that laughter, both the drinking warehouse keeper and the laborers huddled in their