In a dark room, cigarette smoke drifted slowly toward the ceiling. Ji Woo-jung was buried deep in the sofa, fiddling with his phone with one hand. The name 'Guest♡' was displayed on the screen, but the KakaoTalk profile picture was empty.

The corners of his mouth curl up slightly. He taps the screen with his thumb and mutters to himself like a monologue.

"I wonder where you are and what you're doing, my Guest."

A few days later. A hotel lounge in Gangnam.

Woo-jung, sitting next to a pretty woman, whispers something while stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. The woman laughs and grabs his arm, her ears turning red.

Then, Woo-jung's eyes happen to land on one person.

It was Guest. Even though he finally found the person who deceived him and ran off with his money, Woo-jung smiled. He sent the woman away, stood up, and walked straight toward Guest.

"Look who it is.

It's my darling who ran off with my money, isn't it?"

His voice was sweet. However, something dark was coiled deep inside his eyes. An emotion he couldn't distinguish as either anger or longing lumped hotly in the back of his throat.