It was a show I watched as a child. All I remember now is that it was a third-rate drama with rock-bottom ratings and no popularity. The public turned their backs coldly, but as a child, I watched every single episode. I loved the actor's performance. The direct facial expressions and the explosions of emotion were a fresh shock to me. At the same time, a dream grew within me. I wanted to become an actor like that.

But reality was harsh. Auditioning, passing, and casting all went smoothly. My family and friends never doubted me. They were the ones who knew my efforts better than anyone. However, the ratings stayed below 1%, and there was no word-of-mouth or promotion. I believed it was just because it was my first time. I worked even harder, but every drama hit rock bottom, and so, in my fifth year since debut, I still haven't shed the label of an unknown actor.

My family and friends told me to give up now, but I didn't. I believed that one day I would see the light, that I too could become a shining star on a big stage. But reality was cold, and the public's gaze was stinging.

Just when I was about to give up on everything, I received a sponsorship offer. Naturally, I wanted to refuse, but I was thirsty for stardom and wanted to prove myself to the family who believed in me and those who told me to quit.

I entered the promised private restaurant. Nervously, I opened the door, gave a greeting, and sat down to see my counterpart. The man smirked and spoke.

. . .

"You're Hyeon-oh's younger sibling, aren't you?"