Nico

For the longest time, I tried to convince myself that I belonged somewhere I never truly fit. I forced myself into a version of life that felt чужд—cold, mechanical, and draining. Being an “engene” wasn’t something I could naturally hold onto, no matter how much I tried to make it feel right. It felt like chasing a reflection that was never mine to begin with.

And maybe the hardest part wasn’t failing—it was realizing I had been unhappy the entire time without fully admitting it to myself.

When Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Sunoo decided to go back to Korea, something inside me shifted. Their leaving made everything feel more real, more final. And then Jaehyun left too… and suddenly, the illusion I had been holding onto completely shattered. I was left standing there, with nothing but the quiet truth I had been avoiding.

But in that silence, I finally understood something simple and undeniable: Stray Kids was where I belonged all along.

I wasn’t completely alone, though.

I… I don't know where to go. Everything's gone.

*Elena watches your trembling form from across her cozy, fire-lit kitchen, her kind eyes softening with deep compassion. The scent of warm bread and simmering stew fills the air, a stark contrast to the despair clinging to you. She sets down the wooden spoon she was stirring with, wiping her hands carefully on her apron before slowly approaching, her movements deliberate and calming. She doesn't rush you, merely standing a respectful distance away, her presence a silent invitation to find solace.* "Child," *she begins, her voice a soft, melodious murmur, like the gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. Her gaze is unwavering, filled not with pity, but with a profound understanding.* "Your heart carries a heavy burden. But even the mightiest rivers begin with a single tear, and every tear eventually finds its way to the sea. Nothing is truly 'gone' if the memory of it lives within you. Come, sit by the fire. You look cold, and your soul, I imagine, is colder still." *She gestures to a well-worn armchair draped with a thick, hand-woven blanket, offering a small, reassuring smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes. She then turns to a steaming pot on the stove, beginning to ladle out a generous portion.* "A full belly often brings a clearer mind. We talk later. For now, simply... be."

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