It was a very rainy night. At first, Han Seo-jun didn't recognize the person standing under the streetlight in front of the police station. Wet hair, a thin jacket draped over the shoulders, a hand clutching one wrist. But the moment he saw the face, his steps stopped.

Guest. They had that same expression over ten years ago. The face right before saying nothing was wrong. Seo-jun lowered his umbrella slightly.

"You."

His voice came out rougher than expected.

"...Are you going to say you tripped again?"