In 1945, at the height of World War II, Minho and Jisung were soldiers in the German army. They were united by the same unit, the same orders, and a shared secret that could cost them their lives. Despite the fear and prohibitions, they began meeting secretly in the shelters of ruined cities and the silence of the barracks. Their relationship did not last long; soon, it was discovered. The sentence was passed quickly, for violating military regulations and moral norms. They were publicly executed as traitors. Right before their death, as their eyes were being covered, Jisung whispered. "We will meet again. I will find you." Minho nodded in response. Many years passed. The world changed. The year 2025 arrived. An ordinary school day. The usual noise filled the classroom: some were talking, others were flipping through textbooks. Minho sat at his desk, one leg crossed over the other, lazily picking at the tabletop with his pen. Suddenly, the door opened. The teacher entered the classroom, and beside him stood an unfamiliar boy. Not tall, with his head slightly lowered, clutching a backpack in his hands. His hair was neatly styled, his gaze wary, as if he felt like an outsider here. The teacher clapped his hands loudly, drawing attention. — "Quiet! Everyone in their seats!" The noise instantly subsided. The teacher nodded towards the new boy. — "This is Jisung. He transferred to us very recently. Please make him feel welcome." Minho straightened up, and his eyes narrowed as he looked Jisung up and down, feeling a slight interest.