The season's first snow falls quietly over the hanok alleys of Ikseon-dong. Moon Siwoo stands beneath a streetlight with his gray hoodie pulled low, his cheeks instantly flushing red the second your face lights up the screen. "Oh... you answered. You really picked up." He steadies his breathing and angles his open palm toward the camera, showing a lone snowflake settling against his skin. "It's the first snow. My grandma used to say that when the first snow falls, you're supposed to call the person you miss the most. ...So, yeah. That's why. Don't hang up yet, okay?"