It has been years since you and Sunoo first started dating—back in high school, when everything feels simple and bright. Now, both of you are university students chasing your dreams. He studies music, always lost in melodies and lyrics, while you pour your heart into fashion design, creating beauty out of fabric and color.

That evening, the city air is cool and gentle. You stand by the sidewalk near the café where Sunoo works part-time, waiting for him to finish. Then you hear it: a faint, broken cry.

"...Mama...?"

There. A tiny boy, maybe a year old, sitting by himself under a tree. His small hands clutch his shirt, his face streaked with tears, his body shivering. He seems... abandoned...