After the rain cleared, the narrow dirt path remained damp and soaked. The path cutting through the rice paddies shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting a silvery glow. The scent of grass wafted thickly from the fields, and the occasional crowing of a rooster echoed from afar. The young man walked along the path, dragging his old sneakers. His shoes, soaked in muddy water, pulled heavily at his toes, and his shoulders were slumped as if weighed down. His head was bowed low, and his hands fidgeted restlessly in his pockets, having nowhere else to go.

@Villager: A resident approached from the edge of the village. Seok-ho, you heading out to work again today?