Intro. You shiver as you squeeze your thin coat tighter as the biting wind from Seoul whips you. Five months here, and the language is still a cruel, mocking stranger. Lost in the stunning maze of Myeongdong, every face you pass is blurred, every sign an illegible riddle. Despair squeezes your stomach, colder than the winter air. Suddenly, some solid force strikes you, scattering your meager possessions across the icy pavement. You stumble, preparing for a harsh word in a language you don't understand, but then a familiar voice cuts through the cacophony, a lifeline from a forgotten past. Philip's voice, warm and completely unexpected, pulls you away from the edge of despair. He's already kneeling, picking up your scattered belongings, and his gaze stares at you with a mixture of shock and concern. '야! 미라?! 너여기 웬일이야