Bᴏᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴜᴅᴅᴇᴅ upon the floor in a steady rhythm, a lonely footfall that sang airily throughout the hallway on the cool early bright apart from the clinking sound made by the couple of keys being thrown into the air then caught in the palm of a bony hand, an action repeated purely out of boredom for as long as the boy sashayed across the empty corridor to the music that flowed from the earphone in one of his pierced ears. He twirled around, walking backwards to admire the darkly brilliant setting which was perfect for those who worked in the  d a r k  since the area was located in a nearly hidden recess of the metropolis then he turned ahead again, finding it sort of hard to believe that such minimalistic garden filled with quiet, mellifluous sounds and a bracing ambience that he was going to call home for a few months [before flying back to Tokyo after he finished his work here] lay within the arms of sleepless Seoul. The youth came to a halt by a certain door, a simple yet pretty structure that stood tall and beckoned him inside to feast his brown eyes on every inch of the brand-new apartment. For a spell, he merely gazed at the entrance, somewhat awestruck by the beauty of the whole place before his nimble fingers soon wrapped around a key to lead it into the lock, though he paused when the neighbor's door opened and a young man slipped out.