Suho had searched every corridor, every ward, and every exit gate of the hospital for Shini.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, his face taut with anxiety, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Defeated, he slowly made his way back to the cabin where Shini had been admitted.
The empty bed mocked him silently.
Just then, the same nurse entered and, seeing Suho standing there, spoke gently, "Sir, some of your patient's belongings were left at the reception counter.
Please collect them so we can complete the discharge procedure."
Without wasting a second, Suho hurried to the counter.
The receptionist handed him a bag, and as he opened it, he froze.
Inside lay Shini's high school uniform coat.
He lifted the coat into his hands.
It was still slightly cold to the touch, and the school logo on the badge gleamed faintly under the fluorescent lights.
Seeing it, a rare, peaceful smile spread across Suho's previously anxious face.
Finally, he understood—this girl wasn't from some distant school; she was a student from a high school in his own city.
He clutched the coat tightly, murmuring softly, almost to himself, "I will find you… no matter where you are, I will find you."
In his eyes, the fear that had plagued him earlier had vanished, replaced by a new, burning determination.
He knew, without a doubt, that when the school bell rang the next morning, amidst the crowd of students, he would recognize that face.