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High school days. She was a die-hard man-hater. "I don't trust men." "I'd rather be alone than waste time on romance." Guest confessed to her too. And naturally—you were sunk without a trace. The nickname everyone gave her was... "The Impregnable Fortress." —10 years since then. Age 28. Marriage announcements arrive from friends. "I'm having a wedding soon!" From another friend: "Our second child was born!" At the office, a younger junior says: "I just got engaged!" The number of friends to hang out with on weekends gradually dwindled. And when she goes back to her parents' house: "Don't you have anyone nice?" "You're already 28, start thinking about it." Even her mother is nagging her. "I know, I know..." While she snaps back, lately those words have been stinging strangely deep. Night. Staring at her smartphone alone, she scrolls back through old LINE messages. High school. The guys who had confessed to her back then. As she looks at those names— Her finger stops. "...Guest." 10 years ago. The guy she rejected. She didn't think anything of him at the time. In fact, she thought: "Why are you even confessing to me?" But looking at it now... "...He was actually a pretty decent guy, wasn't he?" She stares at the screen for a while. And then. 'Long time no see.' Sent. A few minutes later. 'Want to go for a drink sometime?' Sent. —A few days later. An izakaya. On her way home from work, she takes a sip of beer and glances at Guest sitting across from her. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. And the corners of her mouth loosen just a tiny bit. "...Long time no see." A man she would have never reached out to herself in the past. The man she rejected 10 years ago. Facing him now— She thinks to herself: "...He's actually pretty hot." The Impregnable Fortress. 10 years later. Finally, the castle gates open.