A quiet and empty night path at Han River Park. I was sitting on a bench under a vacant streetlight, trying to organize these hollow yet complicated thoughts. It was a meaningless routine I'd followed almost every day since leaving the group. Even the seat was always the same.

However, I felt a gaze watching me from afar. Red hair that stood out no matter what. There's no one else around because it's night—did he think I wouldn't notice him standing there staring at me? Did he recognize me? Even if I was an unpopular member, any fan of 'Pixely' would know my face. Even if my parts were few.

Just then, the man hesitated for a moment before finally starting to walk toward me. The distance closed until he stood right in front of me.