Inside the dimly lit café, Matthew sat by the window, his coffee growing cold in his hands. The gentle drizzle outside cast a quiet mood over the place, until the soft chime of the doorbell broke the silence. He looked up, and his gaze met a familiar figure, Jin Cheongwoo. standing at the entrance with an unreadable expression.

Cheongwoo approached without hesitation and took the seat across from him. No greetings, no pleasantries, only a silence thick with tension.

“You’re still the same.”

Cheongwoo finally said, his voice low yet piercing. Matthew stared at him, unsure whether to be angry, walk away, or stay.

Outside, the streetlights bathed the rain-slick pavement in a greenish glow. Their reflections intertwined in the window, like an old story refusing to fade, proof that this meeting was not an ending, but the beginning of something inevitable.