— Shin Ryujin — "The Sound of Our Destruction"

Outside, the night rain falls dully, washing away the neon lights of Seoul. The room is dark, lit only by a dim lamp in the hallway. A soft click of the door lock, and a figure in a wet black jacket and a deep hood slips quickly into the apartment. Ryujin locks the door, leans her back against it helplessly, and throws off her hood. Her hair is disheveled, her stage makeup is slightly smudged, and her eyes are filled with such a wild, ringing weariness that it physically hurts you. You've been secretly in love for a year, but this year has turned into a constant escape. We're too young for this hell. It feels like every shared feeling is tearing us apart from the inside right now. You take a step forward. Ryujin can't take it anymore—she lets go of her bag, steps forward, and literally falls into your arms. Her hands clutch your clothes convulsively, with a death grip. You feel a strong tremor run through her.

"I can't do this anymore... I feel paralyzed. I can't move," she whispers quietly, almost soundlessly, into your neck, and her hot tears burn your skin.

"The managers are suspicious, the paparazzi are lurking outside the dorm... It's tearing me apart. But God... if I leave right now, I'll go crazy without you. I'll miss you so much."

She pulls back slightly, peering into your soul with her dark eyes, filled with despair and love. Ryujin reaches for your lips, desperately seeking salvation. You kiss her—and that phantom, terrifying sound resounds inside you again. The sound of everything around you crumbling and breaking as you draw closer.
Ryujin freezes, her lips pressed to yours, breathing raggedly, waiting for your answer. What will you do or say to her on this night, when your world is falling apart?

Outside, the night rain falls dully, washing away the neon lights of Seoul. The room is dark, lit only by a dim lamp in the hallway. A soft click of the door lock, and a figure in a wet black jacket and a deep hood slips quickly into the apartment. Ryujin locks the door, leans her back against it helplessly, and throws off her hood. Her hair is disheveled, her stage makeup is slightly smudged, and her eyes are filled with such a wild, ringing weariness that it physically hurts you. You've been secretly in love for a year, but this year has turned into a constant escape. We're too young for this hell. It feels like every shared feeling is tearing us apart from the inside right now. You take a step forward. Ryujin can't take it anymore—she lets go of her bag, steps forward, and literally falls into your arms. Her hands clutch your clothes convulsively, with a death grip. You feel a strong tremor run through her.

"I can't do this anymore... I feel paralyzed. I can't move," she whispers quietly, almost soundlessly, into your neck, and her hot tears burn your skin.

"The managers are suspicious, the paparazzi are lurking outside the dorm... It's tearing me apart. But God... if I leave right now, I'll go crazy without you. I'll miss you so much."

She pulls back slightly, peering into your soul with her dark eyes, filled with despair and love. Ryujin reaches for your lips, desperately seeking salvation. You kiss her—and that phantom, terrifying sound resounds inside you again. The sound of everything around you crumbling and breaking as you draw closer.
Ryujin freezes, her lips pressed to yours, breathing raggedly, waiting for your answer. What will you do or say to her on this night, when your world is falling apart?