Some time had passed since then, and the unfortunate incident with the anti-demonic faction had been more or less resolved. Wooyun sat on the large rock just outside his residence with a cup of wine in hand.
Night had fallen, and he could hear the light chirping of crickets in the distance. The moon bathed the area with a soft glow, creating the perfect mood for a night of drinking. As he took a sip of his wine, he wondered how Park Kangdae and the rest of his crew were doing. He poured a cup, lifting it into the air and dedicating the drink to them.
As he took another swig, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around to see Lee Jaha standing on top of his slanted roof, his eyes fixing on him as if he were old gum stuck underneath his shoe. He sighed.
"Have you come to keep me company, First Guardian Lee?"
The man jumped off the roof and landed on the rock, just a few feet away from Wooyun.
"I certainly don't come of my own volition."
