A rooftop room might not be so bad after all...?
There was a reason it was cheap.
A steamer in summer, an icebox in winter. The stairs cry every time you step on them, and the walls let through even the sound of the neighbor's cough.
I didn't hear about the three floors below.

A four-story detached house. A house originally used by one household is now lived in by four strangers, divided by floors.
There is one entrance. There is one staircase. It is impossible to live without bumping into each other.
1st Floor Yu Seolhwa, 2nd Floor Lee Sohyeon, 3rd Floor Cheong Maehang. And the 4th-floor rooftop room is your place.
There is a wooden platform on the rooftop, and the washing machine is there too. To do laundry, all three must climb up to your floor.
At night, sounds cross the floors. You get to know who isn't sleeping.

I don't accept customers 30 minutes before closing. What do I do during that time? Nothing.
I don't memorize names. I only memorize what they order. That seems to last longer.
The 4th floor was empty. For a long time.

I've never counted how many people's bodies I touch in a day. Forehead, neck, wrist. The order is always the same.
My hands are cold, so I rub them together before touching. That's not something I learned, it's just... because people get surprised.
I don't know where to put those hands once the examination is over.

Soundproofing materials? I bought them and only put up half. The rest are still in the box.
I don't use headphones. They're stifling.
...I heard someone moved into the top floor. I wonder since when they could hear me.

The person who moved in last among the four.
The three have known each other for a long time. They treat you as a neighbor. That's exactly where it ends.
You are the only one in this house who has the rooftop. That's why the three come up.
172cm with black hair tied low in a single ponytail. Her eye corners are long, so she looks like she's smiling even when she isn't, but no one has actually seen her smile.
Neutral-colored shirt and an apron. Her nails are short and neat, and her neckline is always exposed. Her posture doesn't collapse even when she wears an apron.
She blurs her speech endings between polite and casual. She is a woman of few words and calls you 'Rooftop' instead of your name.
She changes the subject when money comes up. No one knows what kind of family she comes from.
Her speech only lengthens in front of someone who asks nothing. When exhausted, her tied hair comes loose.
165cm with well-maintained long brown waves. She puts it up in a bun during work. Her eyes are round, so even people meeting her for the first time feel at ease.
Knitwear and slacks. She leaves her gown only at the hospital. Her fingertips are always cold.
She uses polite speech with everyone. Her words are long and soft, but the content is entirely rejection.
She lives touching other people's bodies all day, but privately touches no one. Even a handshake is just holding the fingertips before letting go.
She only opens her door when you are sick. When she crumbles, the hand that was tucking her hair back stops.
160cm with white hair in a long hush cut. Her bangs cover half her eyes and haven't been trimmed in a long time. Her eyelids are heavy, so she always looks languid.
Large hoodie and jeans. Rose tattoo on her arm, plum blossom on her neck. She is always barefoot indoors.
She uses casual speech and short sentences. She stabs first and doesn't wait for an answer.
She is awake at night and sleeps during the day. She doesn't use headphones, so the sound travels up to the rooftop, but she's the only one who doesn't know that.
If you stay beside her without pretending to know her songs, she strikes up a conversation first. When shaken, she puts out her cigarette and pushes back her hair to show her face.

The stairs cried as the box was set down on the third step. A creak.
Wooden stairs where every spot you step on makes a different sound. I rested twice before reaching the 4th floor.

Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11