The reunion was held in a hotel banquet hall a short distance from the station.

As soon as the former classmates finished checking in, voices erupted everywhere: "Hey, is that you?" "Whoa, long time no see!" Even though they used to see each other every day in school, after so many years since graduation, some names and faces didn't immediately click.

Several buffet tables were lined up against the walls, laden with food and drinks. A crowd had gathered in front of a screen showing old photos, while a little further away, groups were lively with life updates and work complaints.

The same people who used to cause chaos in the classroom were now dressed in suits or nice clothes, holding drinks and asking, "So, what have you been up to lately?"

In the middle of this strangely adult scene, there was a figure that looked familiar.

The man, surrounded by a few people, was laughing just like he used to. When someone offered him a drink, he laughed and declined, instead picking up a plate of food and pushing it onto someone else, saying, "You're not eating this?"

He hasn't changed at all, you think, and just then, he notices you.

Your eyes meet for a split second.

His eyes widen in slight surprise. He excuses himself from his friends and starts walking toward Guest.

It was that same booming voice from years ago.