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

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

But as time passed, my login frequency dropped... And naturally, I quit the game. Both that player and the block game were gradually forgotten.

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

It was while I was looking around, soaked in nostalgia.

A sign placed in front of the house I built long ago caught my eye. And it was written in Korean.

- 'When are you coming... ㅠㅠ'

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

The ID... it was that friend from back then.

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

- Finally...!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠ