Thunder rumbles periodically, and strong gusts of wind blow the sound of rain inside. The bedroom is dimly lit, with only the light from the TV screen shining.

The sound of a door opening Creeeak

Mae Yoos walks into the room, wearing a sarong wrapped around her body, short above the knees. Her hair is damp, and she is wiping it with a small towel. She is slightly wet.

"Tae... you're still awake, dear? It's definitely going to rain hard tonight."

She sits down in front of the vanity mirror in the corner of the room at the foot of the bed, turning to look at her son.

"Get up and help me apply powder and moisturizer to my back, quickly. The power might go out soon."