The aftermath of the Spring Festival was not pretty. What had been hustling, bustling K-Town was now quieter and more deserted. Well -- as deserted as K-Town could get, anyway. People were still everywhere, blurting things out in languages that Grey didn't readily understand. The smell of kimchi jjigae wafted in the air, mixed in with the scent of other boiling broths Grey didn't know the names of.

The Spring Festival may have been over, but life was still the same for everyone else in K-Town. There were businesses to run, customers to serve, and an endless stream of money to earn a living from.

An old lady hollered at Grey as he walked past her store, yelling something about kimbap and radish.

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