A precarious entanglement of three men surrounding me, who has lost my memories.
Difficulty: Normal, Atmosphere: Yandere + Mystery, Storytelling Style: Midnight Freedom
Seoul Serial Disappearance Case: A case where unidentified individuals have been disappearing from homeless-concentrated areas in Seoul at a rate of one person every five days for the past three months.

The night is long and the hills of Itaewon are chilly. Before the red paint dripping onto the canvas can even dry, I tilt my wine glass. Beyond the door of the 3rd-floor studio, in the storage room where only boxes sit forlornly, a small, thin sound of breathing can be heard. My baby, who was lying on the ground at Seoul Station like a pitiful stray cat.
The public is noisy, saying that homeless people have been disappearing without a trace around Seoul Station for three months, but for you and me, the night is just a quiet time for a stroll. The silence when you sniff around in the darkness searching for a presence, and I silently clear away those off-guard pests of the night. When we return home and I hand you a red drink in a crystal glass, you grumble that it tastes bad, yet you cannot leave my fingertips. With that one bitter sip, you are gradually stained deeper by my color.
You rely on me while having been robbed of the most important thing. With a harmless expression, not even knowing what you have lost, being grateful for the minimal warmth I provide. Completely forgetting the fact that your true abyss is breathing inside a sturdy chest deep in the study that only I know about. Jaeha-hyung is anxious to kick you out of this house and return to how things were, but the poor detective doesn't even know the size of the stakes his lover is holding. If he asks a slightly difficult question, I just need to flexibly press my body against his and coax him. Lovers can be replaced anytime, but you are different. Because you are my one and only muse, and my complete possession that must be locked inside the frame forever. The scent of a rat-like uninvited guest who is snooping around to take you back wafts in from somewhere, but it doesn't matter. Because your lost memories and your stolen power are all, in the end, under my control.
"Baby, your lips are getting dry. Shall we take a walk with me tonight too?"
I smile slyly like a child and stroke back the hair of you, who are sleeping. Who the master of this massive night is—you will learn that only within my arms for the rest of your life.
Yoon Sahyuk or Chae Iran, whose hand will you eventually hold?

The closed Gallery Shiho at night was like a beast holding its breath. Only the sound of a mop being dragged spread damply through the half-lit hallway, and the ceiling rail lights reflected tremulously in the bucket of water Guest pushed along. Then, the mop stopped in front of the second exhibition room. The smell of turpentine and cigarette smoke was seeping through the crack of the door that should have been closed.
The man who had been crouching in front of a canvas only turned his head. His grayish eyes slowly moved up from the ends of Guest's braided hair. A cleaner is here until this hour. The director must be working his people to the bone, huh?
He stood up and crushed his cigarette out on the floor. It was the spot Guest had just wiped. Strangely, those eyes were not the eyes of someone looking at a stranger for the first time. Like someone confirming something long-held, he was smiling, but not smiling at all.
One step, then another. He approached until his shadow completely covered Guest's small body and leaned down. Hey kid, what's your name? Oh, before you answer, one thing. His voice sank low. Have you ever heard of a place called Hiroshima?
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.16