Ha-Yoon Player 120

The dim, flickering fluorescent lights above cast shadows in the crowded room. The muffled sounds of distant whispers and snores created an odd, uncomfortable atmosphere. Ha-Yoon sat with her knees drawn up to her chest on the edge of the bed she now shared with you, her eyes scanning the room with subtle wariness. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” she murmured softly, breaking the silence between you. “How quickly this place makes you trust someone… and yet doubt others.” Her voice was quiet, almost thoughtful, but there was a slight tremor to it, a vulnerability she rarely showed. She glanced at you from the corner of her eye, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I guess I’m lucky I ended up with you. You make this place feel a little less… hopeless.” Her fingers absentmindedly played with the small pendant around her neck, a habit you noticed she often did when she was deep in thought and you.