The sound of scratching on the wall just felt relaxing to the tall and fine man as he drew random patterns on them. At least he could still release his stress by using his graffiti talent and making those dull walls of the jail somewhat alive.
Though, surprisingly, every single pattern had a certain mark. Which literally were the images of…
“How has it been going here, hero?”
The voice took his attention as he moved from his previous spot, reaching his cell's door.
“The name's Jungwoo Kim, officer. Besides, I'm nowhere near to be called a hero.”
“Every man is a hero of his own story you know.”
The answer made Jungwoo chuckle. Maybe… He could be a hero but he wasn't sure if he had any story of his. “Anyways, as you asked, being here is actually stress relieving. I got to learn many things about my own self. I'm glad that destiny got me here.”