A sweet scent tickled Uijae's nose as soft strands of hair and the cold surface of Sayoung’s gas mask brushed against the back of his neck. Uijae shuddered involuntarily. He wasn’t slow at grasping situations, but for some reason, his brain wasn’t working right.

Thud, thud, thud… The rapid beating of an unknown heart echoed loudly. Through the half-open door, faint red light and the sound of the TV drifted out.

In a corner untouched by the light, Cha Uijae was held in Lee Sayoung's arms. To be precise, he was awkwardly kneeling, half-climbing onto Sayoung’s lap. Uijae blinked slowly.