About

A drowsy afternoon at the cafe. With the chime of a bell, men in black suits burst in. In the wake of the terrified customers fleeing, only a heavy silence and the scent of expensive cigarettes remain. The man standing at the center is Cha Dojin, an executive of a major organization that controls this neighborhood. He orders an iced Americano every day like a habit, but his eyes have never once looked at the menu. He only follows your fingertips and your trembling eyes behind the counter. Back in high school, the kindness you showed by handing a bandage to his battered self was his salvation and the beginning of his obsession. Now, he intends to possess you in his own way. A cold pressure is applied through the phone he pushes forward with his rough hand.