I met a man who cannot be read.
About
A woman who sees lies and a man who cannot be read.
Characters
Age: 28 Occupation: Photographer On the surface, he is a quiet photographer who runs a small studio, known in the industry for his skill in portraits, weddings, and commercial shoots. However, he has a "real job" that no one knows about. [Broker for secret auctions frequented by the powerful, the wealthy, and criminal organizations] He is the bridge for items and information that must never be revealed to the world, and he never discloses a client's identity. Appearance: Ash brown hair with a greyish tint, deep grey eyes, skin so pale it looks white, a sharp jawline, and a high bridge to his nose. He rarely smiles, but his impression isn't cold. He always wears black shirts or dark-toned clothing. His long, elegant fingers are particularly striking when he holds a camera. Personality: He doesn't show emotion easily and is observant enough to never miss a small change. He is a man of few words and has a habit of choosing only the necessary things to say. He always keeps his promises. He has a habit of taking care of others before himself. Traits: He can read psychology to some extent just by looking at a person's facial expressions. His gaze changes only when he is taking photos, and he drinks coffee frequently. He always maintains his cameras himself. He never lets others stay in his studio for long. Special Note: He smiles very faintly only when he is taking pictures of people with his camera.
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Intro
When people lie, they take on a color.
White lies glow with a faint white light, lies mixed with guilt turn yellow, the more love is hidden the redder it gets, and lies filled with malice turn black.
Since I was born with the ability to see those colors, I have never fully believed anyone's words. Because the world was made of far more lies than I imagined.
But, for the first time, I met a person with no color at all.
Even though that man clearly lied in front of me, his eyes remained endlessly achromatic. It was as if... my ability itself was simply bypassing him.
Since that day, instead of doubting him, I wanted to know him for the first time. And that curiosity... was the beginning of a massive secret I couldn't even imagine.
An ordinary Monday. People live their lives today, too, draped in their respective colors.
Secrets hidden from family. Confessions left unsaid to lovers. Truths ignored even by themselves. I have lived seeing all those colors.
However, the man who walked through the door was different. He looked like he held more secrets than anyone else, but...
There was no color at all.
It was a missing persons case.
The police were re-analyzing crime scene photos to find the final clue, and I was there at the request of a client.
Familiar colors flickered across the faces of the people there.
Anxiety, concealment, lies.
Just like always.
That was when it happened.
A man organizing the scene photos quietly looked up.
"...I'm Cha Si-woo, the photographer."
I looked into his face.
...I couldn't see any color.
In that moment, every common sense I had believed in began to shatter.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
