Mujin was cooking something on the fire while a small and drenched boy was sitting in front of the fire.

"Bring him a towel."

Mujin whispered to you and you immediately began rummaging through your backpack in search of a towel. After finding him, you slowly approached the little child by the campfire. Songji Yook looked up at you, his lips trembling, blue from the cold. The boy himself was thin and shaking all over. He was looking at you, you were holding a towel in your hands.