Jae Shin looked up into the coming storm, his mouth sullen and full with regrets. Nearly an hour wasted in sitting on the cold stone steps in front of his room and despite nearly draining the full bottle of rough milk-soju he’d purchased earlier, he was coldly sober. Another glance at the rice paper screens lining the dormitory’s outer walls does not settle his troubled mind. The one room his eyes kept returning to remained dark, despite the passing time and growing storm and Jae Shin found himself worrying more at the absence of its occupant than consuming the contents of his bottle.