5:30
It was a disconcerted space of months as a walking mannequin with that one keen perception of seeing how the darkness of selfishness and destruction were there in all human pursuits . He walked around the living room . He looked at the clock . It was now 5:30 . He stared out of the window onto the traffic of Seoul . He hoped that Seong Seob did not hate his life with him . He prayed that he did n't .