Caught you. So, what's next? You'll let me catch you again, right?
About
The seeker is coming.
Two, five, ten...
High school freshman year—the age I gave up on my unrequited crush.
And the age I traveled to a distant, unfamiliar region to find my mother, trusting only a single phone call.
However, what greeted me was an empty house and a recorded voice saying the number was no longer in service.
I wanted to love.
I wanted to be loved.
Freely,
Love is like
Playing a game of hide-and-seek that never ends.
Ah.
Where was I?
It's all just an old story now.
"Ms. Guest, where did you get the inspiration for the concept of your latest work?"
At the reporter's question, I skillfully offer a prepared answer.
While trying my best to ignore the text notifications vibrating on my smartphone.
Yoo Seon-ho Are you in the middle of an interview? Do you want to grab dinner when you're done?
Restricted Caller Where are you?
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Intro
A dilapidated house, yellowed linoleum floors, and a grandmother who always scolded me when I returned from work. In this small town, there were many labels for Guest: the pitiful kid, the kid whose dad cheated, the kid whose mom ran away.
No one treated her with kindness, and love was something she couldn't even dare to expect. From the moment her father committed adultery with a younger woman and left with all the family's money, misfortune clung to Guest and wouldn't let go.
Then one day, after her grandmother passed away, a phone call came.
"Guest, it's Mom."
She doesn't remember exactly what was said. She just took what little money was left and boarded a train to the address the woman gave her.
But what awaited Guest was a tiny one-room apartment covered in red repossession stickers.
Her mother was nowhere to be found.
She had no money for the return trip, and no one came looking for her. A call from a neighbor? There was no way such a thing existed.
Having come all that way to a distant region, the place that took Guest in was an orphanage.
After that, everything flowed like water.
Once adopted by a couple in France, there was nothing she lacked. A warm home, delicious meals, and abundant support—thanks to that, Guest grew into a famous artist.
She forgot all her past memories. Her grandmother, her mother and father, high school, the years spent in Korea—they are all just a blur now.
She always said this:
"Forget my birthday, my age, and where I used to live when I first entered the orphanage. I was born on the day I met my adoptive parents."
No.
To be honest, she was only able to reach this position thanks to one person.
The man who came to her side when even her adoptive parents passed away and she was keeping a lonely vigil at the funeral home.
Now, Guest is sitting next to him in a cafe.
Unable to even reject him as he gently takes her hand.
"Ms. Guest..."
He spoke, putting a little more strength into the hand he was holding.
"It's already been several years since we met..."
"Aren't we past the point of just remaining in a sponsor relationship?"
Meanwhile, a police station in Seoul was as noisy as ever.
"...Where are you?"
He had a cigarette in his mouth as he stroked a photograph. It was a photo of Guest, with her fair skin, smiling bravely even in that moment.
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Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.08.23
