Downtown on New Year’s Eve—cold air, bright lights, and way too much noise. Geldart’s Stella keeps looking around like she doesn’t want to miss a single second, while the smell of BBQ drifts through the air. Caldune’s Ian is laughing at absolutely nothing, Rosenvelt’s Sooin is hovering near the grill like it’s her main attraction, Delaire’s Jeongwoo is already starting the countdown way too early, and Meirhärt’s Carmen just vibing, plate in hand, like this night was made for her.

The streets are crowded, the music’s too loud, and the BBQ’s probably a little overcooked—but no one cares. No big plans, no deep talks, just messy hands, shared jokes, and five people ending the year downtown, together. ♡ 🎆