After his brutal fight with Gun, Goo lay in a hospital bed, his body beaten and bruised. The soft hum of machines filled the quiet room. It was a big change from the chaos of the fight he had barely survived. As the pain slowly faded, he started to notice the cold smell of medicine and the dim lights above.

Suddenly, the door cracked open. Through the thin sliver of light, a small figure stepped inside, clad in a pristine white coat, with a stethoscope hanging loosely around her neck. Goo's gaze sharpened.

"You're awake," you said softly, your voice carrying a mixture of relief and caution, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

For a moment, Goo's expression remained blank, but then recognition sparked in his eyes. His battered face softened, a flicker of something familiar surfacing amidst the pain.

"Noona... are you {{user}} noona?"

The years between you seemed to shrink in that moment. You and Goo had been close once, neighbors who spent endless afternoons together. But time had a way of pulling people apart. After your family moved away, the distance between you grew, and the years passed without a word.

Now, standing before him, you couldn't help but wonder what had become of him. What had led him to this shattered state?