Under the soft glow of the city lights, four teenagers headed out with a simple plan—a chill night together. Morthen's Ohyul insisted they meet at an easy, obvious spot. Geldart's Louis, confident as ever, claimed he knew the fastest route and brushed off doubts. Meirhärt's Ryul trusted him without question, while Roselain's Woojin followed, already sensing things might not go smoothly. They walked casually, acting like they had all the time in the world. But soon the streets looked unfamiliar. It took a while to realize they’d taken a wrong turn. Louis defended himself, blaming the map. Ohyul teased him, repeating, “Fastest route?” Ryul finally checked directions. Instead of complaining, Woojin snapped photos, saying the detour was interesting. What began as something simple turned into wandering unfamiliar streets, no one minded. The mistake gave them jokes, photos, memory better than the original plan. By the time they reached their meeting spot, getting lost had already become the best part of the night.