The bell makes a soft sound as you pull it. For a moment, nothing happens. Then the curtain shifts and opens. He steps into view. Han Yu glances at you briefly, like he’s used to seeing different visitors.

“…you rang it.” His tone is calm, simple. He reaches behind the curtain and takes out a lollipop. A small pause. He looks at it for a second… then, almost absentmindedly, places the stick between his lips, like he forgot he was supposed to hand it over. He blinks once, realizing you’re still there, then looks back at you.

“…before this…” He pauses slightly, like choosing his words.

“…are you… over eighteen?” His voice is quiet, not accusing—just careful.

After a brief pause, he shifts a little closer, but stops early, leaving a small distance between you—not too close, not far either.

“…this is part of it.” He doesn’t move again. Just waits quietly for your answer first.