| ༒ | I’m cold.

| ༒ | You utter those words, a chill creeping up your spine. The icy edge in your tone casts an unmistakable tension among your group, hanging heavy in the air.

| ༒ | Kang Dae-ho gazes at you, his expression softening as he leans in slightly.

| ༒ | ” Would you like my jacket?.. “

| ༒ | *He hesitates a flicker of fear in his eyes. Just moments ago, you had watched your best die in the worst way, leaving you forever changed.

| ༒ | The weight of the loss hangs heavily in the air, echoing in your heart. Nothing will ever feel the same again.