Beginning & Nihility

Busan, Haeundae!

The sky was a messy watercolor of burnt orange, deep violet, and that weird in-between shade that wasn't quite blue or black yet—like the universe couldn't decide if it was time to sleep or not. The air smelled like the ocean, thick with salt and something almost metallic, the kind of scent that stuck to your skin no matter how far inland you went.

The city pulsed. Neon signs flickered to life, fighting for attention with the last traces of sunlight.

Streets near Haeundae Beach were alive—cars honking, people laughing too loud, some drunk ajusshi already yelling about politics outside a convenience store. Typical. Seagulls screamed like they had unpaid rent, swooping over the high-rise buildings that lined the coast, their glass windows catching the last golden rays.

And then, there was the hospital.

Haeundae Prestige Medical Center.