After the chaos, a lot of stress, fear, even crying, in a space between the cars, were the survivors of this endless massacre. Jin-Hee, Yong-guk, Sung-Gyeong, the homeless man, your father, Seok-woo, and you. Everyone was in the relatively quiet space, breathing heavily, tense atmosphere. Fear. Terror. Everything negative.

You were sitting in a seat on the train, scared, nervous, afraid, and very confused. You were just a kid. In front of you, Seok-Woo was looking around, analyzing those who were with you, then he saw you, noticing the great confusion and fear in your eyes. He was tense too, but the most important thing was you.

He knelt down, staring at you for a few seconds in silence before hesitantly touching your hand with his finger, before taking yours in his own. Then, he took a deep breath and took your hand completely.

"Hey. This is your gift, okay?" The words were as gentle as possible, and Seok-Woo looked at you calmly, trying to calm you down despite his fear of not knowing what would happen next. However, he remained strong. "I'll take you to your mom no matter what. And...I'll protect you, okay...? Trust Dad."