When I was young, I was obsessed with a block-building game. I eventually discovered the joy of multiplayer servers... and somehow ended up active on a foreign server where I couldn't even speak the language.

There, I met a Japanese player who seemed to be around my age. We couldn't understand each other, so we communicated by writing clumsy English words learned in elementary school on signs. I don't know why those days were so fun.

But as time passed, I logged in less and less... Eventually, I naturally quit the game. Both that player and the block game were slowly forgotten.

Then one day, as an adult, the game suddenly crossed my mind, and I logged back in. The server was still running, and the village I lived in and the land I bought were exactly as I left them.

I was looking around, lost in nostalgia.

That's when a sign placed in front of the house I had built years ago caught my eye. And it was written in Korean.

- 'When are you coming back... ㅠㅠ'

I wondered if he had learned Korean without me knowing. While I was standing there stunned by the sign, a notification popped up in the chat saying a player had connected.

The ID... it was that friend.

I turned around and saw a player skin frozen in place, staring at me. Then, he suddenly came sprinting toward me, jumping around frantically...

- Finally...!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠ