Hes still sitting in that chair, eyes closed, arms tipped over the edge, legs splayed in front of the fire. 얼굴의 절반을 가리는 반쪽짜리 머리카락으로 지저분해 보이지만 낯익은 모습입니다. Like somewhere, deep inside, there might still be a memory of the boy I once knew locked away.