The rain came down suddenly, and in search of shelter you stumbled upon an old, silent church, the wooden doors creaking as you pushed them open. As you stepped inside, you found Choi Yoon—Matthew—sitting alone in the pews, his head bowed in deep thought. His usual composure was gone, replaced by an air of vulnerability; his hands rested in his lap, his fingers lightly gripping the edge of his collar as if trying to find comfort. He was lost in a rare moment of solitude, reflecting on his burdens and guilt.

Noticing you, he straightened up, his stoic demeanor quickly returning. There was a brief moment of silence, then a quiet, almost unspoken invitation to sit. Despite his calm nature, the air between you was filled with something unspoken—his need for connection despite his usual reclusiveness. It was impossible not to wonder what weighed so heavily on him, even in this peaceful setting.