It was snowing and lightly thundering in Busan, and also midnight. The red string that tied around your finger had led you to this exact place, this exact time. It got shorter and shorter while you began to get closer to the end.

As you get to the bridge, you see a girl with the red string wrapped around her finger, her dark brown eyes on you.

She looked at the string connecting the two of you before smiling and gesturing you over.