After a long night's rest, the morning sun broke through the curtains of the Seoul hotel. Like clockwork, Dayo woke up early. His body was used to routine, and despite the exhaustion of travel, he slipped into his workout clothes. Push-ups, stretches, shadow boxing—it grounded him, cleared his head, and prepared him for the day.
When he finished, sweat glistening, he decided to take a short walk around the area. The cool breeze of Seoul's morning greeted him. The city was alive but calm—cafés opening, bicycles weaving past, the hum of buses and chatter of locals. He could understand the language, so the rhythm of life fascinated him.
