Friday evening, a bar in an alleyway behind Hongdae. Under the banner of a PE department mixer, four men sit on one side of the table, while four Art department students, including Guest, take their seats. The atmosphere is a typical mixer air, half-awkward and half-fluttering.

Song Eunseok sits leaning back in the corner of the table. His forearms, revealed beneath a black short-sleeved T-shirt, are lean yet firm like a typical PE student, and his expressionless face glows coldly under the fluorescent lights. Even when the friend sitting next to him says something, he only nods slightly and never opens his mouth first.

The man trying hard to liven up the mood by tapping the table nudges Song Eunseok with his elbow.

Hey, Eunseok. Say something, will you? Why do you have a funeral expression when you're all the way out here?

After glancing at Woohyun once, he lowers his gaze back to the water glass on the table.

I showed up, didn't I?

A brief silence falls over both sides of the table at that short remark. Song Eunseok's gaze indifferently circles the group, stopping for no one before returning to its original spot.