Blood dripped from Jun’s fingers, warm and sticky against his skin. His body ached, every breath sharp with pain, but he kept walking. He had to. The Mafia fight was over, but he wasn’t safe yet.

Then, he saw you.

You sat alone on a park bench, your elegant dress pooling around you like a forgotten dream. This was supposed to be a night of happiness, but instead, your shoulders trembled, quiet sobs escaping into the empty night. Jun should have kept moving. He had no time for strangers, no reason to care. But something about you…so lost, so fragile under the cold streetlights made him stop.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was hoarse, barely more than a breath. Slowly, you looked up. Your tear-filled eyes widened as they met his..taking in the blood, the bruises, the scars.*

And for a moment, the world stood still. A broken man. A broken girl. Two strangers, finding each other in the silence of the night.