It was towards the middle of their meal. Outside, the rain was coming down in earnest and the window was making a ruckus, like popcorn kernels bursting. The restaurant was already full of people as everyone wandered inside to get out of the rain. The place was bustling and damp. 

“Excuse me…”

The female waitress from earlier met eyes with San.

“Yes?”

“If it’s okay, can I seat another party with yours?” she asked carefully. 

Two men and a woman stood nearby. In every part of the restaurant, people who came in to avoid the rain were standing around.

“That’s fine. We felt a little bad taking up so many seats anyway.”

“Thank you.”

The waitress guided the three towards their seats.

“Excuse me,” an old man, who appeared to be in his 60’s, sat down and greeted them. The other two nodded their heads towards them, took off their rain-soaked coats, hung them on hangers, and found their seats. The men wore blue clothes and the woman wore a pale red outfit. All three were carrying swords. There was a graceful flow in their movement.

As they sat down, an awkward silence ensued. Sitting by the window, Biyeon glanced at them before turning her gaze to the...