She steps off of the platform with elasticity bound within every step. The steady stream of evergreen beanies and dark hair flow past her with anxious movements as each incongruous shape attempts to board the next bus. She breathes it in and revels in the moment for a little while. The train croaks its final thank you and jets away, becoming a mechanical blot in the distance. She smiles wistfully at the sight.

The ride was over. But the journey had just begun.

She strides through the densely packed throng of people until she has finally reached the exit. Past the trapping turn stiles and the few folk that gasp at her bare face. She inhales the city with a newfound love.

It’s old. It’s new. It's home.

“Welcome back to Busan Hyerim,” she murmurs awestruck under her breath.

Nothing has ever made her feel happier.