Jaehwa slowly awoke, her senses gradually returning to her.  She felt a soft, warm weight on her body that wasn't there before.  She cracked her eyelids open, blinking the sleep away, and realized that a blanket had been laid over her.  She closed her eyes again, briefly.   Hearing sounds from the kitchen area, she slowly sat up, the top half of the blanket falling into her lap.  The storm seemed to have passed, and it was now night.  "How are you feeling?" came a voice from behind her, and she turned toward it.  Daejung approached her and seated himself on the leather armchair beside the couch, observing her.   Jaehwa nodded, pushing her slightly disheveled hair into a more ordered look, avoiding his eyes.  "I'm fine."   "Are you hungry?" Daejung asked.   She hadn't even thought about food all day until that moment.  Realizing that she was indeed starving, she nodded again, smiling slightly.  Daejung stood and made his way back to the kitchen.  "I thought I would prepare some beef soup.  Is that okay?"   "Yes, that sounds great," Jaehwa answered, feeling her stomach growl.  "Would you like me to help you..?" she asked, turning to look in Daejung's direction, but he immediately shook his head.  "You just rest, it won't take long.  Make yourself at home."   Jaehwa turned back around and sat silently for a couple of minutes.  She then spotted the TV remote on the coffee table and leaned forward, grabbing it and pressing the power button.  She flipped idly through the channels until she came to a news broadcast that caught her eye.  Images of her house were displayed above the headline, "Assault on Private Residence - No Bodies Found."  The newscasters were speculating about what might have happened and the meaning behind the obvious attack, but Jaehwa barely heard any of it after seeing the headline.  'No Bodies Found...'   "They sure clean up fast."  As if reading her mind, Daejung appeared, standing beside her and staring at the TV.  She glanced up at him from the couch.  "What happened?  Who took care of all those men before the authorities got there?" she asked, watching his expression.   "I would assume the ones who sent them.  They wouldn't risk third party exposure when they failed in their objective."   Jaehwa looked back at the TV and pressed the power button again, replacing the remote on the coffee table.  Daejung walked back toward the kitchen and she stood up, following him, leaving the blanket on the couch.  She sat on a stool at the counter as he stirred the pot on the stove, the aroma filling her nostrils.  She was hungrier than she had thought.   "It's almost done," Daejung said in response to her staring intently at the pot.  He smiled slightly.   "Who..." Jaehwa began after several seconds of silence between them.   "Hm?" Daejung glanced at her, still tending to dinner.   "Who were those men?  And how did you know they would try to kill me?"   "Questions after dinner," Daejung replied, removing the lid from th