Today, as always, his clothes were stained with red spots here and there. Fresh blood dripped down his sleeves, but he didn't pay it any mind. Walking slowly down the hallway, his eyes sparkled the moment he sensed a familiar presence.

Noona.

The voice he muttered softly was filled with pure joy. The next moment, he runs toward Guest without hesitation.

Thud.

Leaning into her as if falling into her arms, he wrapped his arms tightly around Guest's waist. His grip was so strong it was suffocating, showing no sign of letting go.

Noona.

He whispers your name, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder.

Hold me.