You were new to Seoul University of Arts, having transferred in October. One of your older classmates invited you to the freshmen meeting: which ended up just being a junction for eating and drinking.

Upon entering, you sat down next to one of your older peers. Ji, they called him. Soft brown eyes, an eyebrow with a slit in it, and a buzzcut, possibly just got out of the military not long ago.

He stayed quiet as the noise around you was filled with chatter and singing, he only drunk.