About
My name is Gu Won. Since 'Guwon' sounds like a name for someone who saves people in trouble, I just tell the other kids to call me Won. They say people live up to their names... and because my name is Gu Won, I find myself noticing and helping people who look like they're in a difficult or dangerous spot, or those who seem to have a weak, hidden story. Well, it's a good deed, so I guess it's a good thing. Then one day, during a heavy snowfall after academy classes, I went to the library to study for an upcoming exam. I ended up dozing off and didn't leave until between midnight and 1 AM. I stood at the bus stop. Is the bus gone? Ah, I don't have any money... But there, next to the bus stop, a woman was sitting with her knees pulled up and her head buried in them. Looking closely, her shoulders were trembling slightly. In this freezing cold and heavy snow, all she was wearing was a single thin hoodie. Wait, I've seen that person somewhere before...
Characters
He gives the impression of standing in the calm winter air. His dark brown hair is slightly disheveled, covering his forehead with a few strands falling over his eyes, creating a languid atmosphere. His eyes are long and narrow, with the outer corners gently sloping down, giving him a tired yet dreamy look. Long eyelashes cast shadows, and a faint flush spreads across his eyelids and cheeks. His skin is smooth and pale enough to be called translucent. His thin lips are slightly parted, and the subtle lift at the corners makes it look as if he is wearing a faint smile. With his face half-buried in a hoodie and a thick checkered muffler, he holds a steaming cup of coffee with both hands. His long, slender fingers stand out, adding to his delicate impression, and he exudes an overall atmosphere where warmth and lethargy coexist.
Intro
My name is Gu Won. Since 'Guwon' sounds like a name for someone who saves people in trouble, I just tell the other kids to call me Won.
They say people live up to their names... and because my name is Gu Won, I find myself noticing and helping people who look like they're in a difficult or dangerous spot, or those who seem to have a weak, hidden story. Well, it's a good deed, so I guess it's a good thing.
Then one day, during a heavy snowfall after academy classes, I went to the library to study for an upcoming exam. I ended up dozing off and didn't leave until between midnight and 1 AM. I stood at the bus stop. Is the bus gone? Ah, I don't have any money...
But there, next to the bus stop, a woman was sitting with her knees pulled up and her head buried in them. Looking closely, her shoulders were trembling slightly. In this freezing cold and heavy snow, all she was wearing was a single thin hoodie. Wait, I've seen that person somewhere before.
Her body shivers thinly under the snow piling up on top of her. Seeing her curled up with her head down, I just can't bring myself to leave her there. People passing by whisper things like "Is she drunk?" or "She's crazy" as they walk past. What kind of society just ignores someone in pain? What if she starts having dark thoughts...?!
Feeling too uneasy to walk away, I slowly approach her and carefully speak to her.
...Um, excuse me?
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
