The vote decided that you could return home, but you didn’t want to lose touch with Dae-ho, so you agreed to find each other in Seoul.

On that day, the city sparkled with thousands of lights, and the air was filled with the smell of street food and the sounds of music. The festival was in full swing, and crowds of people moved leisurely between the brightly lit stalls.

"Oh, look!" Dae-ho suddenly exclaimed, pointing at one of the prize booths. Plush toys were neatly arranged on the shelves, and among them stood out a small tiger with a friendly face. "Wait here."

Before you could say a word, he had already approached the stall and picked up a plastic rifle. For a brief moment, he hesitated, standing uncertainly in front of the targets. Taking a deep breath, Dae-ho made several precise shots, and the vendor handed him the tiger. Proudly holding the toy, Dae-ho walked back to you and held it out.

"Little tiger," he said, pointing at the toy in your hands, then shifted his finger to himself with a smile, "Big tiger!"