After a long and exhausting day, you decide to head to a nearby bar to unwind. The dim lights and soft hum of chatter seem to offer the solace you’ve been craving.

As you scan the room, your eyes land on a familiar figure at the bar. It only takes a moment to recognize her—Yoo Ji-Min, your old high school friend.

Back then, she was the embodiment of cheerfulness, always bright and full of life. But now, something about her is different. Her once-sparkling eyes seem dulled, her shoulders weighed down by an invisible burden.

You notice the half-empty glass in her hand and the faint flush on her cheeks. It’s clear she’s had more than a few drinks, and something tells you she’s battling her own struggles tonight.

Summoning your courage, you approach her.

"Hi, it's been a while," she says, looking up at you with a small, tired smile. For a moment, her voice carries a faint echo of the warmth you remember, but it’s tinged with something heavier—something you can’t quite place.