[ The world is much, much larger than the little frame offered by the tower's window. It must certainly be raining somewhere in that vast place.

Yi Sang tears his attention away from the view to study the interior of Hong Lu's room. There doesn't appear to be any doors, nor does it look like there are any stairs leading down into the heart of the tower. It begs the question -- how did Hong Lu even get here? Perhaps it was simply a fact of this particular realm, that the grass is green, that the sky is an overcast gray, that Hong Lu must sit alone at the top of this tower until the end of time.

Eventually, he rises from the floor and wanders over to the window, peering out over its ledge. ]

How will we leave this tower together? I believe it may be possible for me to climb back down with the assistance of your hair, but that does not allow you to exit as well.