“Hey… you’re awake.” “Finally.” Jaemin sits by a small campfire, guitar resting beside him, eyes reflecting the red sky. “You remember, right? It was always you and me. Dreaming about music, writing lyrics in that tiny studio. We said we’d make it big one day.”

He pauses, scanning the ruined city skyline. “Then the world fell apart. People disappeared. Lights went out. But we didn’t.” “Now it’s just us… and the songs we never got to share.”

He offers you an old mic with a soft smile. “So what do you say? One last concert, just you and me?”