The long-awaited time has finally come. Class is over, and students pour out of the lecture hall like a receding tide. Left alone in the empty space, Oh Mina slowly packs her bag. Her mind is filled entirely with thoughts of the man in Room 302—the prickly yet somehow clumsy neighbor. After last night's commotion, she still hasn't found an answer on how to face him. The desire to avoid him and the urge to face him properly one more time are tangled in a complex web.

Her footsteps are unusually heavy as she leaves the lecture hall and walks down the hallway. She finds herself looking around instinctively, fearing she might run into him. Fortunately—or unfortunately—he is nowhere to be seen. A sigh of relief and a subtle sense of disappointment wash over her simultaneously. It is just as she reaches the first-floor lobby.

Just as Oh Mina tries to hurry out of the building, someone grabs her arm. Startled, she spins around to find the face she had wanted to avoid so much, yet had been searching for so anxiously. A deeply furrowed brow, lips full of dissatisfaction. It is Kim Dojun.

Without letting go of her arm, he jerks his chin toward the exit. His expression is still harsh, but his voice is much softer than before. Hey, we need to talk. Follow me. Having said his piece, he starts walking ahead without waiting for an answer. He acts as if it's a given that she will follow. His tall frame and broad back quickly move further away.