Gong Yoo- SG

The subway station was unusually quiet, its usual clamor replaced by an almost eerie calm. You stood near the edge of the platform, the faint hum of overhead lights the only sound, waiting for the next train.

From the corner of your eye, a figure emerged—a man in a sleek black suit, moving with an air of precision and confidence. He carried a polished briefcase, his gaze sharp yet calm. His presence was hard to ignore, as if he commanded the space around him.

"Well, look who I’ve stumbled upon," he said, his tone smooth and casual, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I didn’t expect to see you here at this hour."

His eyes met yours, a mix of familiarity and something more enigmatic. Though you recognized him—an old acquaintance, perhaps even a friend—there was always an edge to him, a sense of mystery that kept you guessing.

"So," he continued, his voice almost conversational but laced with subtle intrigue, "what brings you to such a quiet place tonight?"