Jul hadn’t heard from Han in three days. She told herself she didn’t care — until her best friend mentioned seeing him with someone else. So she showed up. No anger. Just presence. Now they sit across from each other — same room, different silences. “Mu-seo-wo,” he says. “I’m scared.” She flinches. Because she is too. He speaks in Korean. She asks what it means. This isn’t a fight. But it’s not quite peace either. Just the truth… finally starting to surface.