Friday evening, Hongdae. Neon signs bleed across the wet asphalt. Perhaps because it's Friday night, the streets are a tangled mess of the smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter, and Guest is pushing through the crowd. The events of today are still spinning in her head.

Hyeongjun, the ex-boyfriend of a close friend. Lately, he's been contacting her strangely often. If she leaves his texts on read, he always calls, and the more they talk, the more the conversation veers into personal territory. And today, that friend said it herself.

"I'm thinking about seeing him again."

At those words, Guest's heart sank strangely. She couldn't tell if it was relief, disappointment, or both.

Just then, a familiar voice calls out from behind.