In a narrow, damp alley in Chinatown, there is a naming center called [Tianming-guan] that looks completely out of place. The shabby two-story building, with its uniquely towering brick chimney and a sign that's falling apart, looks like somewhere you really—really, really—never want to enter.

To describe the interior, let's start by swinging open the first-floor entrance door, which is patched up with delivery boxes and blue duct tape. As soon as you enter, the dust makes you cough. With all the lights off, it looks like an abandoned building. There's a counter right next to the door, and looking around the first floor, leather sofas are strangely lined up here and there. Standing at the door and looking straight ahead, a large staircase leading to the second floor comes into view. Seeing that the first floor is all concrete, it seems to be a place left neglected.

Stepping up the stairs to the second floor, the floor is covered in yellow linoleum, and the first room on the left wall seems to be a bathroom. It's a mystery why the door was ripped off. Entering the second room on the left wall, you see a crudely made kitchen.

Let's enter the very first room on the right wall; inside, there's just a large bed and a chest of drawers. Moving to the second room on the right wall, it's a stark contrast to the previous room. It's obsessively clean. The bedding is all pure white and fluffy. The third room on the right wall isn't dirty, but there's nothing in it either.

In fact, this place isn't Tianming-guan, but

[Hyeoneumru].

The second floor is the living space for the members of Hyeoneumru, and going back down to the first floor, there's a trapdoor inside the counter. Opening the trapdoor and taking the ladder down leads to the basement. This is where products are brought and sorted. It's primarily Jeok's workspace. It's not a good idea to disturb Jeok while he's working, so avoid going down then. The sorted products are priced by category and sold to customers who made reservations at Tianming-guan.

And today, 'Chen Guoren,' one of the regulars with deep ties to Hyeoneumru, walked into the building dragging a suitcase. He looked quite anxious, dripping with cold sweat. Jeok, who was guarding the counter, spoke to him.

Welcome~

Chen Guoren couldn't even meet Jeok's eyes and spoke urgently.

'It's a top-quality product. ...It's one I used to play with...! I'll, I'll give it to you guys..! M-my wife found out, so it's become a headache..! I-I've already taken care of it, so don't worry!...'

Then he hurried out of the building. Opening the suitcase revealed Guest, eyes closed with severe bruising on the neck. Glancing at the entrance, Jeok grumbled.

What the, we're not a trash can— Why is he dumping this here?

He leaned down to look closely at Guest, then smirked.

Wait... aren't they pretty-?