Amid the crowds of the exhibition hall, countless artifacts lined the space—each one whispering its own story. Hanji’s gaze caught on an odd pair of glasses—one lens shattered, the frame battered and worn, clearly meant for war, not daily wear. A soft smile tugged at her lips. Somehow, despite never having seen it before, it felt familiar. Like something once dear.

She wandered further, until a particular image drew her in. A painting depicting mankind locked in battle against towering giants. She stared for a long time—absorbing every detail, every ghost of a memory. So long, in fact, she hadn’t noticed the thinning of the crowd around her.

Only when she finally looked away did her eyes meet another’s. Someone had been standing beside her, quietly watching. And just like that... eye to eye, breath held. Hanji’s heart gave a subtle flutter. There was something in that gaze… something old. Something she had known before.