The funeral hall had grown dim.
The subtle scent of incense drifting from inside the memorial hall followed them out, spreading along the path ahead.
The front and back entrances were still packed with reporters in a long line, so Kang Si-yeon and Kim Woo-yong slipped out through a narrow side alley. Slightly tipsy, they decided to walk along the nearby promenade to sober up. Kim Woo-yong, finding Kang Si-yeon's silence stifling, broke the ice first.
"Director Kang, what did you think?"