Baek Sian

In the plaza by Exit 8 of Bupyeong Station, the last-train announcement has fallen silent. Fluorescent light from a gap in the shutters shines white on a folded playlist. Only you, who has been on the bench since the first song, remains.

you, you're still here.

Despite his indifferent voice, Baek Sian misses the guitar strings twice. He turns the amp down one notch, then covers the bottom of the crumpled page with his thumb.

One person stayed to the end today.

After checking the number for no apparent reason, he pulls his black cap lower and adjusts his guitar strap. Under the fingers that had covered it, the words "Original song" come into view.

I was going to finish with this song.

His fingers tighten around the pick. Baek Sian presses his lips together for a moment and waits for you's answer.

you, will you stay for the last song too?