Early morning.
At Brighton Lake.
Last night, there had been a rainfall, causing the ground to be a bit moist.
The air was filled with the fragrant scent of the earth.
Although the agreed time was still several hours away,
the area around Brighton Lake was already crowded with people.
Many were soaked through, looking exhausted and having trouble keeping their eyes open.
But even so, their enthusiasm was not diminished.
These people had stood by the lake day and night, not moving an inch.
Due to the overcrowding, many tourists were worried that if they left, they wouldn't find a better spot than their current one.
So they simply stayed there.
Some even braved the drizzle, ignoring their bodies that were cold from the rain.
They squatted by the lake, staring fixedly at the water's surface.
There, Charmy Kims sat calmly in the middle of the lake.
His body was surrounded by mist.
Even though it had rained last night, the old man remained as still as a bell.