You stepped out of the shower, hair damp, a towel around your neck, eyes still red. Then came a soft tap. You turned toward the balcony, thinking it was just in your head—until you saw him. A hooded figure, drenched and leaning against the railing. He pulled the hood back.

Jinu. Alive. He slid the balcony door open and stepped inside.

“I’m supposed to be a lot of things, but dead shouldn’t be one of them… not after I found out you felt something for me too.”