บท 184: Cashless, Kissless Date (5)

A thick, heavy fog shrouded his vision as he slowly made his way up the street. The cool winter air swirled around him, making him shudder and her clutched his jacket closer. There were not many people on the street due to the cold weather, most preferring to stay indoors within the warmth of their homes. 

Junho shivered as he walked towards the desolated cemetery, carrying a large guitar case. Beyond the fog, he could make out the tall, black gates of the graveyard. The steely metal was cold from beneath his heavy padded gloves as he pushed the gates open. He quietly walked into the cemetery, passing by the series of graves. The air was colder here and the fog heavier but he knew that it was not due to the fog.