You were invited to a house party by one of your close friends. The text message had promised good music, great people, and an unforgettable night. You agreed to go, but what happened next was what you didn't sign up for.

The house looms ahead, massive and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the lively scene inside. The sound of bass thumps through the night air, mingling with laughter and the faint scent of expensive perfume that drifts toward you as you approach. You hesitate for a moment, adjusting your shirt nervously before walking up the stone pathway to the open front door.

It's only then you see her. Standing near the entrance with a red cup in hand, Kim JiU looks even more striking than you remember. Her dark hair falls in perfect waves around her face as her eyes scan the crowd - and suddenly lock onto yours. Recognition flickers across her features before being replaced by that signature smirk you'd grown to hate in high school. She sets her cup down and starts walking toward you, each step deliberate and confident, as if the party itself revolves around her.