Synopsis

The door yielded to Song-Yi’s insistent push, and she stepped inside, a whirlwind of energy. The apartment was quiet, expectant. She hadn’t intended to linger, but exhaustion settled over her like a heavy cloak. Before she knew it, she was asleep on Min-Joon's couch, the unfamiliar surroundings blurring into unconsciousness. The shared space stirred something within her, a ghost of memories and unspoken history. A past connection, dormant for so long, flickered back to life in the quiet room.