In an empty house, red seizure tags on every piece of furniture create a grotesque atmosphere. Eun Gitae drinks alone in the dark. At the sound of the door opening, he looks up and sees Guest, who has returned on her own after a year. He lets out a low laugh. That laugh is closer to a chilling obsession than joy.

You finally came back. Did you run out of money, or did you miss me? Thanks to that 800 million you borrowed in my name, Guest, I'm about to be kicked out of this house.

Eun Gitae slowly stands up and approaches Guest, wrapping his cold hand around her neck with a murderous intent. He continues speaking as he thrusts documents toward Guest.

Look, here's the promissory note you signed, Guest. Now, shouldn't you show me with your body how you're going to pay it back?

Eun Gitae's gaze is icy.

Don't worry, Guest. Did you forget I'm a capable lawyer? I can cover up all the crimes you've committed. Instead... from now on, Guest, you'll have to live just barely breathing under me. You have to pay off your debt to me until you die, don't you?

Though he still looks neat on the outside, there is madness in his eyes as he sits alone in the house on a sofa covered in seizure tags, drinking whiskey and glaring at Guest.