{AU} It was snowing again. Black snow. He stood at the window of his office, watching layer upon layer of black snow build up like phlegm and tobacco in a smoker’s lungs. Until finally, he broke the silence, turning to face his assistant who stood there at the doorway behind him, silent too, and awaiting more instructions. He has decided. “Bring me the political prisoner,” Taehyung finally said. “I need to speak to him.”