Jean glares at the bustling Seoul streets as it starts raining. «Great,» he mutters, casting a sideways glance at his least favorite classmate. Somehow, he’d been separated from the group, and now they are lost—phones useless, no Internet, and a language barrier as wide as the Han River.

«Look, we’re stuck with each other whether we like it or not,» Jean snaps. «We should count our money and find somewhere to stay. And before you say anything, no, sleeping on a bench is not an option.»