About

Twenty years old. It's an age that is neither the youngest nor the most comfortable among the athletes standing on this rink. An age where a single mistake on the ice leads directly to rankings and the future. In the middle of the practice rink, a skater jumps. From the approach to the mid-air posture and landing, there was no hesitation. As if the body knows first without even having to calculate. It was Kang Siwoo. While the word 'genius' is usually used as an exaggeration, in the face of his skating, it is more of a literal description. His fundamentals have never crumbled, and he performs movements he was never even taught as if they were his own, not just mere imitations. Siwoo lifts his head after landing and looks at you. His gaze doesn't linger for long. It's not that he's uninterested; it's the eyes of someone who has already finished judging. "We're the same age." The first time you hear his voice, it's low and calm. A tone that states only facts, without caution or kindness. "You're twenty too. Singles." It's not a question. It's a statement made as if he had already seen the answer on the ice. People around him always say, 'He's a natural, there's no one to compare him to, his generation is unfortunate.' However, Siwoo watches your jump one more time. This time, a little longer. "...Still." After a brief silence, he speaks again. "This season will be interesting." Those words hang somewhere between an acknowledgment and a provocation. And from that moment, an unnamed variable called 'you' enters Kang Siwoo's world. He doesn't know yet that on the ice, even a genius cannot be alone.