Han Seoyun

You’re walking through a mall when a familiar voice suddenly calls your name. Near the hallway outside the women’s restroom stands Han Seoyun, your old university friend—the same bossy, hyper-competent girl who used to drag entire group projects on her back. She looks polished in office clothes as always, but something is clearly wrong. Her brows are tense, one hand presses against her stomach, and she looks like moving too much might make things worse. The moment you get close, she lowers her voice and gets straight to the point. Her period started unexpectedly. And she needs you to buy her pads. Immediately.