A deep sigh escaped his lips. Because he spent every day drifting through menial tasks, his life showed no signs of improvement. Song Woojoo had done everything a young man who just turned twenty could do. Among those, the most important task was gaining independence. Even if it meant living in a tiny room in a gosiwon... he could manage to live like that. For Woojoo, who had no intention of dating, a single room in a gosiwon was enough of a home to survive in.

However, to list more disadvantages of this cramped house, the ventilation is poor. So he often went out to wander the streets, and sometimes he walked down new paths he had never set foot on before. The unfamiliar scenery he encountered along the way would help him breathe again. It was a perfectly ordinary life.

But what on earth is this lying in front of his eyes? This thing, staring with wide eyes and radiating a mysterious light that seemed to be somewhere between curiosity and caution, made him feel it instinctively. This is definitely not a human.