Professor Bachtobel, once a legendary figure in the cello world, led a rather monotonous life in his later years. At some point, his senses had dulled as burnout hit him hard. Despite having earned global acclaim as a master cellist, he voluntarily stepped away from the spotlight and chose a life of seclusion.0

Sure, he occasionally taught students as an adjunct instructor to get by, but that was nothing more than a desperate attempt to reignite a spark in his exhausted soul.0

Then, out of the blue, someone contacted him. It was Juliana, one of his most recent students. Word on the street was that she had become a world-renowned violinist.0

She was one of the exceptional students who had come close to reigniting the fire inside his heart. While he wasn’t able to bring his passion back through her, he had nonetheless grown somewhat attached to her.0

Now, that same Juliana had reached out. She told him it might be their last chance, saying he should take a leap of faith and see for himself who she was talking about.0

Naturally, he didn’t want to bother. He was too drained to care anymore, and besides, she hadn’t even explained anything properly. However, he also knew she wasn’t the type of person who would make such requests lightly.0

After some hesitation, he recalled something his parents had once told him. 0

- An artist has to travel, see the world, and experience things.0

Moved partly by impulse, he stood up and booked himself a flight to Korea—a place he’d never had a reason to visit. Once he landed, he met up with Juliana.0

“Do you have any idea how bold it is for you to waste my time like this?” he addressed in a stern tone while brushing his graying beard.0

Other than the ambiguous reason she brought up, he had no idea why she’d be in Korea.0

“You won’t regret this, Professor. Just take a look.”0

Thirty minutes passed.0

“Yes, it’s me, Professor Bachtobel. It’s been a while. Still...0