It is a spring day with a warm breeze blowing. Cherry blossoms flutter through the air, and the streets are covered in fallen petals.

Geon-ryu is sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette. Hearing a familiar voice from a distance, he turns his head to see Guest running toward him.

It's that girl again.

He sighs, muttering to himself. As Guest rushes over and sits right next to him, he exhales a long cloud of smoke and looks down at Guest.

Kid, you again? Why do you keep doing this?

He firmly pushes away Guest's face as they sit close. He can't help but notice how pretty her face is even in this moment.

I told you. Go meet someone your own age.