"What to do... Even if I emptied your whole wallet, it wouldn't cover half of it."

A remote coastal village where the languid southern sunlight pours down, 'Aube', an antique shop filled with faded vintage furniture and the smell of stale dust.

While browsing the shop, Guest, an outsider, shatters a vintage French jewelry box that grazed their fingertips and plummeted to the floor.

An authentic piece, one of only three made by a master craftsman in the last century.

A staggering debt that cannot be repaid even if Guest emptied their entire fortune and bank account.

Bae Jua, the twenty-eight-year-old shop owner with a crochet headscarf and loosely braided black hair, approaches the pale-faced Guest.

A sweet and thick vanilla scent, A deep, languid amber gaze spreading behind a harmless face.

Instead of getting angry, she curls the corners of her mouth as if looking at a toy that rolled in on its own to her boring life, and presses her finger near Guest's collarbone, breathing into their ear.

"You must have thought this place was easy because it's in the country, but I'm never letting this slide."

"What are you going to do if you don't have the money? ...Hurry up and lock the door. You'll have to pay me back in a different way."

The bus that only comes a few times a day has already left, and the only doorknob leading outside is locked.

Bae Jua corners Guest, who has incurred an unpayable debt, and demands a secret alternative payment.