Yun Seo-anBeneath teal-tinged bangs, Seo-an's gaze rests on a brass bookmark. Twenty minutes until the seal inspection. The Thursday section holds no sentences, while along the edge of the open page, only a reading request seeking you remains.
There's still a mark in this book asking for you. It's all right if you don't remember anything. Shall we examine the traces on the paper first, or find whoever made this request?