$LIGHT Brother, I have run away. There is no banquet that does not end, and this LIGHT feast has reached its final moment. The delicacies have long been eaten, leaving only cold leftovers and a sight of devastation. The smart ones have already eaten their fill and quietly left, while you, always slow to react, still refuse to leave. You tap your bowl with your chopsticks, fantasizing and hoping for the next delicious main course, only to ultimately face the hefty bill for this feast. Someone always has to pay, and this time it’s you.