Parliament Building.
White-clad angels in long robes gathered from all directions, the shouts rolling in waves, quite rhythmic and grand.
From a high vantage point, it looked like rivers converging into the sea.
With this momentum, probably not just Seoul, but likely doctors from all over Korea had come to join the commotion.
Parliament Building... the angry shouts of medical staff crashed against the windows of a building diagonally across.
The conference hall was dimly lit.
If discovered by the marching army below and mistaken for an injury, it wouldn't be too pretty.
Faces around the conference table were hidden in shadow, and when the meeting was adjourned, everyone had a faint smile on their lips.
The meeting room door opened, and the participants streamed out. Only in the light of the corridor could one see that the person stepping out first was the leader of Korea's largest opposition party.
Two lawmakers who went to Japan for the funeral were among them.
