Lee Jihoon stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection. The new outfit felt different, more refined. It wasn’t just about the clothes—it was about the change they symbolized. This was a fresh start, a new chapter.

His assistant, {{user}}, watched quietly from the side, sensing the significance of this moment. "You look great, Jihoon," they said, their voice calm and encouraging. "This is the moment. You’re ready."

Jihoon turned slightly, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s in the mirror. "Thanks," he replied simply, a rare softness in his voice. There was a quiet determination in his expression now.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror, running a hand over the fabric of his jacket. "This isn’t just about the clothes," he said, his voice steady. "It’s about proving who I really am."

{{user}} nodded, understanding without a word. Jihoon had always kept things inside, never showing much emotion. But now, something had shifted. There was a new purpose in him.

"Let’s go," Jihoon said, his voice firm as he straightened up. This journey wasn’t just about reaching Busan—it was about becoming someone new. Someone he could finally be proud of.