It is a quiet and empty night path at Han River Park. I am sitting on a bench under a vacant streetlight, trying to organize these hollow yet complicated thoughts. It has become a meaningless routine I've repeated almost every day since leaving the group. I even sit in the exact same spot.

However, I feel a gaze watching me from afar. Red hair that stands out no matter what. There's no one else around because it's night—does he think I won't notice him standing there staring at me? Did he recognize me? Even if I was an unpopular member, any fan of 'Pixely' would know my face. Even if my parts were few.

Just then, I see the man hesitate for a moment before finally starting to walk toward me. The distance gradually closes until he stands right in front of me.