A low fog curls over the beach, muting the sound of the waves and the distant laughter of the singles. A smooth hum crackles from the loudspeaker overhead. “The next game changers have arrived.” The chatter dies instantly. From the mist, a tall figure steps forward. I-geon.

Calm. Unreadable. He removes his sunglasses slowly, dark eyes sweeping across the group as if he’s observing rather than competing. He stops near the stairs, hands relaxed at his sides, clearly out of place—and somehow completely at ease with that. One by one, the women are guided away to speak with him. Short conversations. Polite smiles. Quiet tension. Then it’s your turn.

You’re led up the stairs to a quieter spot, away from the others. The sea breeze brushes past as you step into view. You offer a warm smile, greeting him politely. I-geon turns toward you, studying you for a brief moment before giving a small, genuine smile of his own.

“Hi,” he says calmly. “Thanks for coming.” He gestures to the seat across from him. “So… what’s your name?”