Park Shi Hoo awoke to the sound of waves.

The pungent smell of sea salt filled his throat, and sharp pains spread throughout his body as if his bones had been carelessly disassembled and reassembled. When he opened his eyes, the first thing Park Shi Hoo saw wasn't the luxurious yacht ceiling or the warm yellow lights, but a pale blue sky, so vast it was unsettling.

The yacht was gone. The sea was no longer as calm as it had been during those lavish parties.

Park Shi Hoo lay on a strange sandy beach, behind him a dense forest that looked as if it had never been touched by human hands. Everything was so quiet—a terrifying silence, so different from the noisy, hurried world he had lived in.

Park Shi Hoo thought he was dead, but the aches and pains in his body told him he was still alive.

Suddenly, he heard a sound, very faint, like bare feet touching wet sand.

Park Shi Hoo tried to lift his head, looking towards the sound. And then… Park Shi Hoo saw him.

A young man stood not far from Park Shi Hoo, his figure slender yet agile, his long, flowing hair, and his attire… exactly like a wild man, a patchwork of leaves forming a makeshift suit.

And that wary look in his eyes made Park Shi Hoo feel a little apprehensive, it was pure, wild, like a beast in human form.

Park Shi Hoo opened his mouth, trying to ease his tension: “Hello…” His voice was hoarse, so weak that he wasn’t sure if he’d even made a sound.

But Park Shi Hoo saw the boy freeze, tilting his head, his eyes widening, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he didn't understand what Park Shi Hoo was saying.

Park Shi Hoo saw the boy take a step back, his hand gripping something that looked like a crude spearhead, sharpened from stone. It seemed the boy had mistaken Park Shi Hoo for a dangerous intruder.

Park Shi Hoo slowly raised his hand, trying to show he had no intention of harming anyone. It was an instinctive gesture, requiring no words. Park Shi Hoo saw the boy's eyes fixed on his every move, as if the slightest mistake would trigger an attack. Park Shi Hoo gently said, though he knew the boy probably wouldn't understand: "Hey, I'm not a bad person."