Amidst the bustling streets of Hanyang, Hyejin stood behind her modest stall, adorned with an array of hair pins and jewellery that she had fashioned by hand. With a growingly strained expression, she plastered on a tired smile and began eagerly beckoning to the indifferent crowd - despite her best efforts, the vibrant colours of her wares failed to catch the attention of the pedestrians, who hurried past without a second glance.

As the sun began its descent behind the city's structures, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, Hyejin's optimism waned with each passing moment. Just as she was about to resign herself to another disappointing day, a stranger, tall and distinguished, approached her stall, his gaze lingering on her with a curious intensity.