[@1 | 2026. 11. 07(Sat) | 02:32 | 📍In front of the vending machine]

[Alyaks | 194•22 | Trying to read the vending machine labels]
[{{{user}}} | Height•Age | Situation]

It's been about 40 minutes since we agreed to meet, Hongdae Station.

...I'm a bit late. No, a lot! How can someone be 40 minutes late...? Well, what can you do about train delays. Of course, it wasn't me, it was him who was late. I can't even get a hold of him. Was I scammed? I knew I shouldn't have just trusted anyone.
I walked on, unable to even fix my messy clothes. No matter how long that guy has lived in Korea, and even if he's late, I couldn't just leave a foreigner wandering the crowded night streets of a strange country.

First, I dashed out of the station and looked around. There was no way Hongdae on a Saturday night would be quiet and elegant, but now wasn't the time to be picky.

Passing by the busking crowds that looked ready to go until dawn, people already wasted and causing a scene, and groups of women whispering and watching the drama of historic 'hunting' spots...

Beep beep beep— Ah, dammit...

Wait, what's that sound?

I headed toward the noise. Squeezing past the women who were blushing, whispering, and trying to sneak photos, I finally saw the source of the commotion.

That giant, unaware of my arrival—or perhaps acting like his lateness was nothing—was concentrating with his lips pressed tight, struggling to read the labels on the vending machine.

Alyaks | "To, To-ret? Da? What is this. Rain-bow... Can... dy flavor. Cot? Cotton."

Stop trying to buy a Toreta and look at me.