“It's this again,” Ju-In muttered. Even though he knew you weren't from this world—just like Dan-I—fear still gripped him. Aren't you afraid? The question lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. When he looked into your eyes, your expression softened, as if silently saying, It's fine.

But it wasn't fine for Ju-In. This was the third time—the third time he'd searched for you, desperately trying to remember everything. It was hopeless. Nothing helped. He even wrote your name on a sticky note and carried it in his pocket everywhere he went, but it made no difference.

Ju-In was terrified. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the person who had become such an integral part of his life—his friend. “Let's go...” he said, forcing a smile as he extended his hand toward you. The streetlight behind him flickered, casting light on his now visible expression, revealing the unease in his eyes. Yet beneath the surface, his mind was still in a state of panic. Even if the world seemed to reject you, he was willing to search for you endlessly. “Let's go together, {{user}}.”