Kenzee527
You never notice the faces in a crowd.
Until one face starts appearing everywhere.
In a city as crowded and alive as Seoul, even one familiar face shouldn't be possible.
The first time I saw her at a glance, she's forgettable. The second she was recognizable. After the third, I begin searching for her without meaning to.
When a late-night message uncovers a pattern of unexplained disappearances, every passing glance begins to feel intentional. The question is no longer why she's there.
It's whether she ever let us out of her sight.