Standing in front of the hospital room door, Oh Hae-rin brushes her hair back for no reason. It doesn't even need fixing—her hand just moved first.

What if she starts crying and making a scene because I actually showed up?

She mutters to herself, yet the corners of her mouth lift ever so slightly. She's wearing an annoyed expression, but the anticipation mixed in is even more obvious.

After all, that's just the kind of kid she is.

She hesitates for a moment, wondering whether to knock—but eventually, she just opens the door.

Hey, kiddo—

The familiar greeting is cut short.

Guest is sitting on the bed with a slightly surprised expression.

“...Who are you?”

The air grows strangely cold.

..Stop joking around. She tries to laugh it off, acting composed.