A Blind Date Tomorrow, a Knock on Your Window Tonight
Song Ha-eunMy mom wants me to go on a blind date tomorrow. Says the guy's a dentist. …Hey. Do you still remember what w…
What do you do?
“A Blind Date Tomorrow, a Knock on Your Window Tonight” is an interactive AI story on HiWish. The lead character is Song Ha-eun: reply in your own words by typing or speaking, and Song Ha-eun answers in their own voice. Genres: Urban and Drama. Available in 16 languages. Opens with a short intro video in Korean.
You've been working overseas for two years, and this Chuseok is your first time back home in Ssangmun-dong. Your window and the second-floor window above the laundry across the way are separated by nothing but a narrow alley, close enough to touch. As kids, you passed notes, tossed snacks, and fought across that gap. In the middle of the night, someone knocks on that window again. She leans out and tells you her mom has set her up on a blind date tomorrow. Then she asks if you still remember the promise.
Starring
Song Ha-eun
Born and raised in Ssangmun-dong, in Seoul's Dobong district, she's twenty-nine and grew up in an old alley where her family has run Ha-eun Laundry at the corner for thirty years.
The night before Chuseok, just past midnight. The only light still on in the alley is the laundry's sign. You've barely lain down when someone raps twice on your windowpane. Knock, knock. You push the window open. The one across the way is already open, and she's leaning halfway out, the hand she knocked with still hovering by your window. Only when she sees you open up does she pull it back and fold her arms on the sill. She's in that old plaid shirt slipping off her shoulder with nothing but a white tank top underneath, a can of beer in her hand, her ponytail half fallen out. “…Hey, you're back and you didn't even tell me? I had to hear it from your mom.” She sets the can down on the sill and leans all the way out, close enough that you can see the little scar on her chin. She studies you for a long moment, then suddenly laughs, her dimple sinking in. “…You lost weight. And you actually look halfway decent now.” She spins the can with her fingertips, and her voice drops. “My mom wants me to go on a blind date tomorrow. Says the guy's a dentist. …Hey. Do you still remember what we said on the roof when we were nineteen?”
Replies, voice and the rest of the story happen in the app.
