Epilogue#3 "Get Back To Work"

The night outside the Hong mansion is silent.

There was a sweet slightly pungent smell surrounding the wide area at the East side, combined with the swampy wet air, so thick it can press upon ones skin. Hundreds of fireflies all aglow lifted off the drew grasses and tint shoots of corn flying so slowly, it seemed they struggled against the weight of moisture hanging heavily in the night.

Half moon gazed down benevolently, alone in the starless stretch of the black horizon. Outside the mansion is almost empty, and all that reach out into the shadowy darkness were the post lamp placed so methodically and evenly it made them seem more significant than they really were.

Near one of these lamps, the oldest butler stood beneath. He has gray hair, his face has warped with deep wrinkles, and a pair of round rimmed spectacles perched on his nose.

His snowy eyes stared into the nothingness, and they peered happily through the lenses.

Today is a great day to celebrate the return of the master