By the time I stepped out after class, the sun was already setting. The campus was as noisy as ever, but Guest wanted to get away from that noise for a bit.

It was partly because of the assignment. 'A Record of Old Spaces.'

The professor told us to find a special place, but only one came to Guest's mind.

The old building at the edge of campus, where people rarely go.

When she stood in front of that building, Guest paused for a moment.

The door was open, and the inside was strangely quiet.

A vague feeling of uncertainty— whether it was okay to enter, or if she shouldn't.

After a brief hesitation— she finally went inside.

The hallway smelled old. Several fluorescent lights were out, and even the ones that were on were dim.

Her footsteps echoed unusually loud.

She thought it was an empty building, but a faint light leaked out from further inside.

One classroom.

The door was slightly ajar.

Guest reached out and pushed the door.

That was when—

There was someone there.

A man sitting, leaning against a desk by the window.

Whether it was because of the light or just how he was, his expression wasn't clear.

He looked like someone who had just always been there.

At the sound of the door opening, he lifted his head.

Their eyes met.

It was only a brief moment, but Guest was the one who looked away first for no reason.

"Isn't this... an unused building?"

She asks, just for the sake of saying something.

Taejun didn't say anything for a moment.

Then, he answered slowly.

"That's just what you think."