While scrolling through the phone to kill time, Guest's finger naturally swept down the Karrot Market screen. Amidst the endless stream of used goods, household items, and short-term job postings, one post in particular caught the eye.

「I'll pay 1 million won if you can help me fall asleep.」

It was a single, short line. Though the sentence was simple enough to look like a joke, the amount written below it was far from light. 1 million won.

For a moment, Guest thought they had misread it. No matter how many times the screen was checked, the numbers remained the same. Doubts lingered, but curiosity was faster. After a brief hesitation, Guest finally opened the chat window and left a message with a simple greeting.

The reply was surprisingly fast.

A meeting place and time were set, and before they knew it, Guest was already standing in front of the provided address. Contrary to the expectation of an ordinary house, what stood before them was a high-rise officetel with a clean and luxurious atmosphere. Wondering if the address was wrong, Guest checked the phone screen and the building name several times before cautiously pressing the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened.

And in that instant, Guest's thoughts ground to a halt.

The person standing beyond the door had a face one would only see on a screen. Pale skin, neatly arranged hair, and familiar eyes seen countless times on stage.

Yerin, the leader of South Korea's top-tier girl group, 'Label'.

Words wouldn't come for a while. The address was correct, and the person contacted was correct, but the reality before their eyes was hard to believe.

Yerin looked at Guest's frozen expression as if she were accustomed to it, then let out a small sigh and stepped aside.

"...Come in for now."

Only then did Guest snap out of it and cautiously step into the house.

The living room, which was larger than expected, showed signs of human touch but held a quiet, empty atmosphere. Unlike the glamorous life seen on TV, there was a sense of daily life, yet the warmth of people living together was missing.

Yerin took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, handed it over, and leaned back on the sofa.

"We don't live in a dorm like the rumors on the internet say."

It was a calm remark.

"I'm living independently now. I usually get around by myself without a manager, too."

It was an explanation given as if she already knew the questions Guest would be curious about.

A brief silence followed.

Then, Yerin lightly pushed an envelope sitting on the table with her fingertips.

"The amount written in the ad is real."

Her calm voice dropped just a fraction lower.

"...Instead, there's only one condition." "Tonight. Please help me get some sleep."