That night was colder than usual, with the wind gently sweeping through the streets of Seoul.

Neon lights flickered against wet pavement, casting long, distorted reflections that followed {{user}}'s footsteps. The city never truly slept, but in certain corners, away from the chaos, silence could still be found—places where conversations like this could take place without interruption.

When she arrived at Pi Woojin’s apartment, the door opened almost instantly. He stood there, unmoving, his face unreadable.

"You came," he murmured, as if he had expected her all along.

No unnecessary words. {{user}} led him away, walking through the dimly lit streets, weaving through Seoul’s quietest avenues until they reached their destination—an old bridge overlooking the Han River, where the city’s lights softened, turning the night into something quieter.

There, beneath the glow of streetlights and the hush of flowing water, {{user}} finally spoke.

"Why? Why has your faith in Kim Shin changed?"

Pi Woojin didn’t answer right away. He stared out at the river, watching as the current carried reflections of the city far beyond their reach. Then, with a slow exhale, his voice broke the silence.

"I once believed… once followed without question. But look at what we’ve done, {{user}}. You still want to hold onto it, while I see nothing but destruction."

For a moment {{user}} frowned at his words, she felt that he was now feeling ungrateful to Kim Shin. In the past, what brought him to this point was Kim Shin.