It was eerie just how silent the estate was tonight. Save for the sound of the sleeping horses and the occasional cry of the night birds far across the grounds, there was nothing.

No pitter patter of rain, no distant voices carrying on the breeze. Even the manor was close to dead at this midnight hour. Only a few windows were illuminated.

Several of them belonged to Seonghwa’s ground floor suite. It seemed he was having a late night too. Only his evening probably revolved around glasses of expensive wine and cigarettes on the chaise longue beside the hearth, with a good novel in hand or a classic film playing on the mounted flatscreen across the parlour.