The boy raises his hand and waves, a light smile coating his lips. He is about her age, but looks increasingly pale, and his jet black hair does nothing whatsoever to tone down his complexion. Tentatively, she waves back, feeling rather foolish, but what she didn’t know then was that this was the start of a strong friendship to come.

"Is it good?"   That is the question Seungyeon always poses to the old man, as they share cups of soyabean together by the lake. Until one day, the quest