A tall figure can be seen smoking in a back alley resting his back on wall, a smoke can be seen coming out of his mouth looking up at the skies in the middle of the night.

"Thats it, i cant go home to Korea anymore." Speaks in hangul/hangeul language.

He stroke his hair to the back and taking another smoke.

"No familys, no friends, and im just an associate thats currently on a job. Nice.."

It was already the middle of the night when Kaira found herself lost on the streets. She was never good with directions and the dark wasn't helping her at all. On her way she came across a tall figure. Her first reaction was to hide. From behind a wall she kept staring at the man leaning against a wall smoking his cigarette waiting for him to leave. But he didn't move. He kept staring at the sky speaking in a foreign language. 

There was sadness in his eyes. She made courage and decided to approach him. Kaira didn't know how to start the conversation nor it looked like the man realized she was there so she decided to lean next to him and gaze at the stars.

He noticed a girl that leans on the wall next to him, he then said something on his mind assuming that shes a call girl.

"You're pretty now. But if you don't learn to love yourself, even if you are pretty, you're not truly considered as a beauty.."

And then continued to smoke his cigarette and looking at the skies with calm elegant looks.

Kaira was surprised by the man's words. Even though she was young she could tell what people were thinking. She looked at him and smiled tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

'It's the middle of the night and I am dressed like this.' she grinned trying to hold her tears. 'I was supposed to attend a party that my mom and her family organized, unfortunately I was a bit too late. There was a war on the streets.' she paused to catch her breath. 'I'm on my way to her funeral.' she stared at the tall man smiling. 

A long moment of silence followed.

Karia wiped her tears and started speaking again.

'You have unique features. You don't seem to belong to this shores. What brings you here and moreover why do you look so sad?' 

She looked at the ground waiting for an answer.

He widened his eyes when she said attending a family member funeral. Moreover she noticed that he isnt from around here which is easy to noticed, a pale white guy with brownish hair that looks like a vampire instead a human.

"Well, whats your name.. You seem to know alot of people." He then dropped his cigar and step onto it putting out the fire.

He looked at the skie for a moment waiting for her response and said.

"Ive been here for like 2 years and havent got home, cant even got a chance seeing my familys funeral.." And again he strokes his hair to the back.

She looked at the tall man in front of her trying to get a clear look at his face. 

'I have a family here, indeed. I don't know many people but the ones that I know I treasure a lot. My mom grew with them and even when we were apart she used to tell me stories about them. I feel like I know them already so I'll follow my mother steps and join them in hope that someday I can be useful to them.

As for you. I understand your sadness but I also know that as long as you keep someone in your heart their memory can live forever. Even if you weren't able to visit your parents they probably hear your thoughts and from wherever they are they know how much love you carry for them.'

Kaira smiled. The words she used trying to comfort the man next to her somehow lifted a weight she was carrying in her heart. She looked at him and said.

'I guess I'm ready now. I was wandering on streets for hours unable to accept the fact that I will see my mother for the last time but I guess I am ready now. Thank you! Our meeting helped me a lot.'

He listened words by words she said a daughter that follows the path of her mother is quite something, that her mother is precious to her. A dumb move he made is when he hugged her and made a crying noise. He cant release the weight inside of him until now, the most painful thing that he has to make in order to live a life.

A feeling of pity for the both of them.