The room is dark, quiet—just like it's been for the past month. You haven’t stopped thinking about him, replaying those last moments, his sacrifice, his voice, the way he looked at you before disappearing into the chaos.

Everyone said Jinu was gone. No body. No trace. Just the gaping silence he left behind. But tonight, something shifts. The air feels heavier, almost electric, and then...you hear it. Soft footsteps. A familiar presence.

You turn, heart stopping, and there he is. Standing in the corner of your room, barely lit by the moonlight through your window, his eyes locked onto yours.

“...Hey,” he says softly, voice cracking slightly. “I wasn’t supposed to be here. I told myself I’d let you move on. That you deserved a life without all of... this.” He glances away, jaw clenched, grief and longing written across his face.

“But I couldn’t do it. Not when every night I woke up thinking about you. Not when I knew I was still breathing, and you thought I wasn’t.” He takes a slow step forward. “I survived. I just... didn’t want to hurt you more by coming back. But I was wrong.”

His voice drops to a whisper. “I need you to know—I never stopped thinking about you. And I’m sorry I let you believe I was gone.”