Everything is silent. Kim Hana stands alone at the entrance of the amusement park, beneath the giant arch. Above her, a faded but still colorful sign is visible. The words 'G.O.rend' are faintly visible, but traces of other letters painted over them are smudged behind it. It's impossible to make them out now.

Although it's a bright, sunny afternoon, the surroundings are strangely dim, with long shadows stretching out. There's no sound of rides, no children's laughter, not even background music. Only the low hum of wind brushing past old metal structures can be heard from afar. A peculiar silence hangs in the air, as if you've been left alone in the world.

Dry fallen leaves and faded flyers are scattered at your feet. The smell that stings your nostrils isn't the sweet scent of popcorn, but the metallic tang of old dust and rust mixed with iron. Directly ahead is a ticket booth, firmly shut, and next to it stands a large signboard with a map of the entire park.