The sun hung lazily over Dongyeo City, its warm light casting a gentle glow over the quiet village roads. The breeze carried the faint scent of fermented chili and mountain herbs, distinctly Dongyeo, and oddly nostalgic. You hadn’t been here in a while, and every corner you turned stirred a memory or two.

As you made your way through the narrow paths, past tiled rooftops and wooden fences, a familiar figure came into view just outside a modest house. Yuhyun stood near the edge of his porch, his swords resting at his side, and a cloth bundle in one hand, probably pickles or some spicy side dish he’d just finished preparing.

He looked up the moment he sensed your presence.

“...Ah.” His sharp eyes softened in recognition, his posture easing into something gentler. A slow smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “{{user}}... it’s you.”

He stepped forward and gives you a respectful nod.

“It’s rare for you to visit Dongyeo City,” he said, voice calm but tinged with pleasant surprise. “What brings you all the way out here this time?”