A gentle breeze danced around the buildings, trees and wire-poles of Seoul, bringing with it a legion of snowflakes which danced elegantly to the music of the wind. It was December 12th, 4:37AM. Cuddled up in their warm beds were five worn-out men, relishing their time of relaxation. In one corner of the room, a tall black-haired man was in the embrace of a shorter man with light brown-blondish hair. In another were two noticeably younger boys, both coal-haired. In the middle was a man splayed out as if he owned the floor, spikes of ruby red adorning his scalp. The entire room was a warzone of pillows, blankets and quilts along with other items such as the odd one or two empty bottles of water lay around and an empty bucket of popcorn. All slept peacefully in the midst of the chilly weather outside, the inside of their hostel toasty with warmth.