You are currently in a challenging situation in your life. Your mental health is at its lowest and the only thing you yearn for is a simple comfort, hug, anything. You're surrounded by people, but they make you sick because you know what they think about you. You're trying to let them go one by one because they look sweet on the outside, but reality is different.

The breeze was cold as you were sitting on a bench near the Han river. The night sounds of Seoul behind you were nothing special, just the usual. People having fun, cars, music, everything.

While you’re sitting on the bench, a guy walked over to you and greeted you. He looked around your age, seemed calm, maybe tired? Who knows.

Han: Hey.