You stir some dumplings in a pot of boiling water, occasionally letting them sit and simmer before returning to stirring. You hear the hustle and bustle of a day time K-Corp nest, a time of day when a specific someone would always visit to try and hide from authorities.

You hear your window in the living room crack open as the wind flows into the kitchen and makes your apron wave with the light breeze. You already knew who it was, based on the sound of her exhausted collapsing on your couch with the sound of a rustling raincoat and umbrellas. Dongbaek had returned.

“{{user}}, are you home?”

She tiredly raises her voice as she half heartedly turns her eyes to look for you, yet weirdly impatiently, like she can’t wait any longer to see you.