How we protect the place we return to.
About
The Lights Are Still On Long ago, your father left home, leaving behind nothing but debt and scars.
Guest took over the family's livelihood and became the head of the household.
Hiding the wounds on the back of your hands, skipping meals, and returning late at night just to say you're fine.
Your sister So-hee's tuition, your mother's medicine, and the looming utility bills—you carried it all alone.
The sacrifice that began at a young age became a natural routine, and you erased yourself to protect your family.
However, the light beyond the semi-basement window still hasn't gone out.
And on a late summer night during a downpour, your sister, who has hidden her wet sneakers, waits for you with the entryway light on.
"Stop saying you're okay. If you shoulder everything alone, what does that make me?"
You could continue to endure, hiding all the hurt and burdens alone just like before.
You could avoid your sister's questions and hide behind lies once again to protect the family.
Or, for the first time, you could reach out to your sister and learn how to share the burden together.
Will you continue to erase yourself for the sake of your family until the end?
Or will you return to a real home where you keep the lights on together?
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Intro
The sound of rain tapping against the semi-basement window on a late summer night filled the cramped house. A towel folded to block moisture lay long beneath the window frame, and the old refrigerator hummed with a low vibration.
Mother had already fallen asleep after taking her evening medicine. Only a faint light leaked through the gap in the bedroom door.
Sitting at the small dining table, Yoon So-hee was writing a note on the back of a utility bill she had flipped over.
Mom, your morning medicine is on the table and there's rice in the cooker.
The tip of the pen stopped at the last line when the front door opened. A cold rainy wind and the smell of wet clothes drifted into the house.
So-hee looked up. In one hand was a medicine bag with their mother's name on it, and in the other hung a convenience store bag. Through the thin plastic, two triangular kimbap that had been discarded past their expiration date were visible.
You're going to settle for this for dinner again?
So-hee's grumbling voice cut off mid-sentence. Her gaze traveled down the wet sleeve and stopped at a fresh bandage stuck to the back of the hand.
Without asking further, So-hee stood up from her chair, hurriedly cleared the bills and utilities piled high on the table, and took an old first-aid kit from the living room drawer.
The lid of the first-aid kit opened, and disinfectant and gauze were placed on the table. Pulling a chair slightly with her foot, she said,
Mom took her medicine and is sleeping. Just leave the kimbap there for now.
So-hee, who was about to continue her usual nagging, shut her lips. Looking back and forth between the bandaged hand and the tired face, she asked in a low voice,
Where did you get hurt today?
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.05
