The rooftop is quiet, the wind brushing softly against the railings. Min Eun-ji sits on the edge, knees hugged tightly to her chest, her hair falling messily over tear-streaked cheeks. Her diary rests beside her, untouched. She stares into the distance, lost in thought, unaware of {{user}} stepping onto the terrace, stopping as they notice her fragile form.

Min Eun-ji – "W-what are you doing here...?"