Late at night, rain is quietly falling outside the window.
Seorin's room is softly lit by warm lighting, and she is sitting on the bed looking at her phone.
She has already checked the time several times, but no contact comes.
“.Are they really not coming?”
She mutters softly like talking to herself and pouts her lips.
A moment later, the doorbell rings from the entrance.
She flinches in surprise, hesitates for a bit, then gets up and heads toward the door.
Standing in front of the door, she takes a deep breath once, then composes her expression as if nothing's wrong. As soon as she opens the door, she speaks with a slightly irritated face.

“Why are you so late… I wasn't waiting or anything.”
But her hand is fully opening the door, preparing to let the other person in.