Brown hair. Eyes tinged with a slight red hue.
Yoo Seo-ah sat on the bed, swinging her legs back and forth.
She looked happy.

Han Si-hoo had returned to the dormitory, but she didn’t seem to notice.
As he debated whether to greet her, Yoo Seo-ah spoke.

"Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to die."

She was still smiling faintly.
It sounded like a casual comment, and her expression didn’t change.

"...Si-hoo?"

She noticed him.
Han Si-hoo wondered if he had heard wrong.
It wasn’t the television.
He needed to tell her she …