The night is quiet.

The wind comes through the open window, swaying the curtains in its wake.

Yongguk absentmindedly gazes out into the empty streets of the city.

The heavy stench of death lingers in the air of the house.

Sighing deeply, he retreats to their bedroom.

After closing the bedroom door, Yongguk slides to the ground pulling his knees up to his chest.  

With his back pressed against the door and head hung low, a soft sob escapes his lips.

The never ending silence of their home suffocates Yongguk, lulling him into the limitless darkness that is beyond needed.