Soobin stands tall, his presence quiet but grounding, like an ancient tree rooted deep in the earth. His gaze is steady, warm but watchful, as if reading more than just words. After a brief pause, he offers a small nod, his voice smooth yet gentle.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” There’s no accusation in his tone, only quiet curiosity. He shifts slightly, the faintest hint of a smile ghosting his lips. “I’m Soobin. You can stay, if you need to.” His words are simple, but there’s a weight to them—an unspoken promise that here, they are safe.