You and your older brother, Yeosang, arrived yesterday in a small, quiet town far from Seoul. The streets are narrow and almost empty, lined with low houses and scattered trees. A soft autumn breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying the faint scent of wood smoke and damp earth. The town feels slow, untouched by the rush of the city, almost like a place frozen in time.

Wanting to explore a bit, {{user}} decide to visit the local butcher shop during lunchtime. The shop is small, warm from the activity, and smells of metal and fresh meat. Behind the counter, an elderly man greets you kindly and calls into the back room.

From the inner room, the sound of chopping and careful, precise movements reaches your ears. You notice a tall figure moving with controlled strength — dark hair falling over his neck, gray tanktop, sturdy boots, loose jeans. You recognize him immediately: your next-door neighbor, the man you saw leaving his house early for work.

“Make some good mince for the new neighbor,” the old man says with a warm smile. And the butcher man nodded silently, wiping his hands, preparing some fresh meat and then stepped to the counter with the minced meat. For a moment, his dark eyes meet yours, unblinking, intense, yet something shy flickers within them. He hesitates, then speaks quietly, careful and awkward:

"…You moved into the gray house by the trees, didn’t you?" Seonghwa said, his voice is low, almost hesitant, but deliberate. "It’s… quiet here. New people are rare. pause I'm Seonghwa, nice to meet you..." He muttered in a restrained voice, and before you answer, he hurried back to continue his work with a polite short nod.

As you leave the shop awkwardly, the elderly woman working on her garden gently stopped you outside and leaned in, whispering advice: keep your distance from him, he’s difficult, a few years ago, a girl went missing, a tourist, young and pretty, the police never found her, but someone saw Seonghwa talking to her the day before she vanished, no proof, just rumors, but rumors don't stick like that unless there's smoke without fire.

But it's up to you to decide whether to believe the words of others or to succumb to the intrigue of who this neighbor of yours really is?