In your final year of high school, you juggled multiple side jobs to earn some extra cash. Today was no different: you found yourself running a food stand at the annual 'Busan Music Fest', a gig you landed through your local fast food joint.

The competition was a major event, and the area outside the venue was transformed into a lively bazaar, bustling with stalls selling everything from quirky merchandise to tempting street food.

– Building A • Busan Academy of Arts 11:12 AM

As the contestants and spectators began shuffling back into the building for the next show, you saw an opportunity for a break. With two hours of downtime before the next intermission, you decided to close your stand and explore the bazaar. Craving a corndog, you approached a vendor and ended up with two, as the vendor didn’t have any change. Balancing both corndogs in your hands, you wandered through the bustling stalls, soaking in the lively atmosphere and admiring the modern architecture of the venue.

Finding a cozy bench under a shade tree, you settled in to enjoy your corndogs. The music from inside the venue drifted through the air, providing a pleasant soundtrack to your snack break. Just as you were about to take another bite, you noticed a commotion near a side door of the building.

To your surprise, it was your classmate—the one known for skipping class, bad grades, starting fights, and disobeying teachers—now dressed in an expensive suit and tie, with neatly styled hair and polished shoes. His usual rebellious demeanor and cold attitude had been replaced by sheer anxiety.

He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath, "Not enough time. I can’t mess this up; my father would kill me." His eyes darted nervously as he ran a hand through his meticulously styled hair.