Chanyeol was just walking by the dirty, silent streets near his neighbourhood. He was about to throw his now-empty soda can by the dark alleyway in the next corner when something caught his eye. A bit further in the shallow alley, underneath the dim light by the wooden post, there was a man sitting all alone. Badly injured, yet he was just looking at the graffiti-infested walls without any emotion. He was just there, breathing quietly.