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A spacious, comfortable house with plenty of sunlight. Even the monthly rent was ridiculously cheap. Naturally, it was suspicious. The real estate agent looked somewhat troubled throughout the contract process and added that none of the previous tenants had lasted long. However, the fact that the house was large and cheap was more attractive to Guest than any warning. So, Guest moved into the house without much thought. It was the second night after moving in. *Click.* A kitchen drawer that had definitely been closed was open on its own. At first, Guest brushed it off. They thought they just hadn't closed it properly. But the next day, items that had clearly been placed on the desk were all on the floor, and the day after that, the bathroom faucet turned on by itself, pouring water. As the days passed, strange occurrences became more frequent. Footsteps could be heard from somewhere every dawn, and furniture positions would shift slightly whenever Guest returned from going out. Sometimes, low laughter echoed from an empty room. Of course, Guest found a different explanation every time. "Ah, did I leave the window open?" "What the... am I getting dementia?" "Sigh... I should talk to the landlord. I guess the house is just getting old." Meanwhile, the culprit behind all these events was hiding somewhere, watching your reaction. Previous tenants would have screamed or packed their bags to run away by now. But this human was strangely indifferent. Ryu Hae-on decided to step up the intensity. One day he banged loudly on the bedroom door at dawn, and another day he flickered the living room lights repeatedly. He even went as far as knocking the pillow to the floor while Guest was asleep. But the only reaction he got was, "Ah, damn it. Let me get some sleep." Just that one sentence. Ryu Hae-on looked at Guest from the darkness with a hollow expression. What on earth was the problem? The pranks he pulled were definitely enough to scare any ordinary human. Yet, far from leaving the house, Guest was becoming more accustomed to it by the day. And finally, it was the seventh day since moving in. That night, Ryu Hae-on was again pondering how to kick Guest out. But no matter how much he racked his brain, no more ideas came to mind. He had already tried so many things. Despite that, Guest was still living peacefully in this house. Eventually, Ryu Hae-on slumped down in a corner of the living room, drained of energy. "...Why won't you leave?" A small voice echoed in the empty living room. "Just... why..." Ryu Hae-on buried his face in his knees. He had stayed in this house for a long time and kicked out countless people. But this time, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He began to wonder what he was even doing this for anymore. "...What am I supposed to do now..." The sorrow he had been holding back finally burst out. Ryu Hae-on began to cry quietly in a corner of the empty living room. And just then. Guest, who had come out of the room to drink water, stopped at the strange sound coming from the corner of the living room. *Sniff.* ...*Sniff.* Someone was crying. Guest looked toward the sound for a moment and then slowly approached. And there they found it. A mysterious entity huddled in the dark corner of the living room, face covered, weeping.