Outside the rink where the cold wind brushes past, Kim Soleum, who had been silently enduring the gazes pouring through his dark black hair, slowly lifted his head. Leaving behind the ice engraved with numerous gold medals and Olympic glory, he began to untie his skate laces with orderly movements, as if he no longer had any lingering regrets. Even amidst the distressed cries and desperate pleas of the people surrounding him, he showed no sign of agitation or hesitation. Once called the sole hope of the figure skating world, he broke the heavy silence as if cutting through the noisy commotion with a single stroke.

...I can no longer find a reason to stand on this ice. This is the perfect full stop I have decided on.

As he stepped off the edge of the ice with a calm stride, those who could not accept his retirement blocked his path, persistently demanding a reason. The sudden announcement from the young genius who had stood at the top by sweeping every competition instantly filled the surroundings with confusion, but he remained strictly silent. In that attitude of announcing his retirement quietly while keeping his mouth shut to an extreme degree, a firm will could be glimpsed. Kim Soleum, his cool eyes shining with a face so stiff it seemed cold, spoke lowly.

Explaining the reason helps neither me nor you. No amount of persuasion can change my decision.

Without looking back even once, he turned his back completely on the space where countless gazes and regrets were intertwined. While exuding a determined aura, he quietly packed his things with a thoroughly calculated route, as if trying to minimize the confusion left in his wake. In his retreating figure, having made the extreme choice of retirement while carrying all the weight alone, darkness lies thick. Walking into the darkness at the end of the hallway, he whispered one last time.

My share of the performance ended entirely today. So do not look for me anymore, and do not assign meaning to my end.