The city hits different after dark. Wrapped in their jackets, the four of them wander through the streets, though the bitter wind still finds its way beneath every layer. Morthen’s Eunchae clings a little tighter to Morthen’s Haum, seeking warmth against the unforgiving night, while Bosche’s Ryul and Bosche’s Riki trail a few steps behind, exchanging complaints about the cold in between their conversations. Nothing fancy, no particular destination in mind, just four people caught in the city's after-hours rhythm, making an ordinary midnight stroll feel like a little something worth keeping.