~Choi Yeonjun~

Yeonjun wakes up in a cold sweat. There's a pulsating image in my head. He doesn't remember the faces of passers-by, but this face... he sees it with his eyes closed. The girl stood with her back to Yeonjun, turning over her left shoulder. The light fell in such a way that it emphasised the bend of the lower back and the line of the shoulder blades. Her hair was the colour of a raven wing with a blue tint, and on her wrist was a thin silver bracelet with a small pendant. There is chaos in Yeonjun's thoughts.
"It's just a glitch. Lack of sleep. But I never draw people... Why do I remember every millimetre of her back? I don't know her name, but if I meet her... If I find her among this grey mass... I won't let her go."
Yeonjun starts drawing it. First with a pencil, then with charcoal, then with oil. He goes out to people with a folder - in the subway, in the park, on the embankment. Yeonjun looks into the women's backs. He already knows how the folds of clothes should lie on her waist. He's looking for a bracelet. He draws it again and again, adding details that he did not see in his dream, but feels that they are there.
"But where are you? Where?"
Rainy evening. Yeonjun goes into an old coffee shop on the corner to wait out the downpour. He was already tired and almost resigned himself to the idea that it was just nonsense of sick imagination. He sits down at the table by the window and automatically takes out a sketch.
At this moment, the door opens, and SHE enters. Yeonjun's hands are shaking. He drops the pencil.
He wants to scream, but his voice goes down.