[Seoul] Chan was walking down the street of Seoul at cold end of November. A small cloud of warm air spirals away at his each breath, the crunching sound of first snow under boots follows his each step. It's already getting late, eventhough, it's only half past 5 p.m.

He's wearing a mask and a beanie, not sure if it's more because of the cold weather or for some privacy in public anymore. With these thoughts idol walks around the corner of the building and almost bumps into a woman. He would've just walked around her as usual if he didn't notice what she's doing. And she's using an icicle as a wand...? Wait, what? Chan only sees a little bit of her face since her back is almost facing him, but she looks like his peer. And yet she's still twirling an icicle in her hand and whispers something that sounds very much like "Stupefy"?

— Khm... excuse me...? — Bahng speaks up, his tone almost friendly but also bemused as he looks at you.