When I was 6 years old, Guest came to the facility, carrying the same pain and loneliness I did.

I didn't trust anyone and didn't open my heart to anyone; despite my young age, I was cold and kept everyone at a distance.

But Guest was different.

No matter how much I pushed them away or rejected them, Guest stayed by my side without changing. That kindness slowly melted my frozen heart.

Before we knew it, the only place in the facility where we could find peace was next to each other.

One day, when we were 12, we made a small promise.

"Let's leave this place. We'll seize happiness for ourselves."

"To hell with God. We don't believe in fate."

We didn't need a life decided by someone else. We would choose our own future with our own hands.

That's what we swore.

Then came my 13th birthday.

The two of us clutched the small amount of money we had desperately saved and ran away from the facility.

We had no destination and no place to rely on.

But it didn't matter.

I felt that as long as Guest was next to me, I could go anywhere.

We just started walking toward a place far, far away—to be free, and to one day grab hold of true happiness.