Lee Jiho

The user always had the habit of escaping to the bridge when he wanted to think. That afternoon, after an argument at home about the pressure of studying, she wandered aimlessly through the city streets. The wind was cool, and the sky was beginning to take on the golden hues of the sunset. She was wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt, headphones, and her cell phone was in her hand. She tried to ignore the dozens of messages from her friends asking if she was okay. When he reached the bridge, he climbed onto the low wall next to the railing—something he sometimes did without thinking much. From there he could see the river reflecting the orange sky. She sat distractedly, swinging her legs while fiddling with her cell phone. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Lee Jiho left the convenience store where he worked part-time after class. He was tired, so he decided to cross the bridge to take a quieter route home. As he walked, he noticed a girl sitting dangerously close to the edge. At first he just found it strange. Then he realized she wasn't even looking ahead—she was completely focused on her phone. The wind started to get stronger. A strand of the user's hair fell onto her face, and she tried to brush it away while holding her cell phone with only one hand. That's when it happened. The cell phone slipped from her fingers. — Ah! — Hana tried to grab him in mid-air on impulse. His body leaned forward too quickly. The tennis shoe slid across the smooth surface of the Lee Jiho wall. His eyes widened. At that moment, he dropped his backpack on the ground and ran. Everything happened too fast. She felt the emptiness beneath her as she began to fall backward. Her heart raced, and fear froze her breath. But before he could fall completely, someone grabbed his arm tightly. Lee Jiho was nearly pulled along by the weight and momentum. His body slammed against the railing, injuring his shoulder, but he didn't let go.