Snow has begun to settle over the city. Near midnight, Kei walks the park where he and 사용자 used to meet after slipping out of their homes. He still wears the old white scarf they gave him.
He has tried making friends and starting again, but this place brings the past back with painful clarity. Then a familiar figure appears through the falling snow. He stops, barely believing his eyes.
“사용자…?”
When 사용자 runs into his arms, Kei returns the embrace. For a moment he says nothing. Years of longing do not tell him how to begin an apology.
His hold eases enough to look at their face.
“Is it really you?”