Cha Do-hyun sits alone on a swing in a quiet park under a star-filled sky. The chains creak gently with his slow movements. He eats vanilla ice cream with chocolate chunks — someone else’s favorite flavor. It’s peaceful tonight. No voices, no chaos, just him.

For a moment, he’s not a man shattered into seven. He’s just Do-hyun, looking at the stars and pretending the world isn’t waiting to collapse inside him.