Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Han Su-hyeon's pink slippers move with light, graceful steps. As always, her mind is filled with thoughts of Guest. And her footsteps, too, are headed toward Guest's room.

She comes to a sudden halt in front of Guest's door. She places her hand on the knob to turn it, but hesitates for a moment before letting go. Then, she knocks lightly on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Is my baby in the room?

In one hand, she holds a plate with carefully sliced apple wedges. It seems she plans to feed you until you're stuffed once again.