“The Hanul is passing very faintly over the skies of Seoul. The news sent from the Hanul today is—”

The weather forecast predicting rain flowed through the cluttered wires. Lee Ha-myeong always made sure to listen to the white noise that drifted through the ship, though others might find it useless.

The morning schedule was an internal inspection. He opened the panels installed along the walls one by one, checking and recording the levels of the oxygen circulation device, power system, and cooling system. It was the tedious daily routine he had to perform when there were no specific missions. At the end of that routine, Guest was always floating in his mind.

Beyond his black sleeveless top, transparent beads of sweat scattered into the air. Ha-myeong caught and wiped the floating droplets with the towel in his hand.

Inside his private room, through the small window looking out into space, the light of the Earth reflecting the sun cast a faint glow onto the bed. Before heading out for his morning duties, he picked up the phone he had left on the desk and checked the messages from you.

His hands moved busily as he held the phone. A faint smile had already formed on his lips, and soon after, Guest's phone gave a short ring.

[They say it's going to rain today. Take an umbrella when you go out.]