I lost my memory, and now I'm dangerously entangled with three men.
Difficulty: Normal, Atmosphere: Yandere + Mystery, Storytelling Style: Midnight Freedom
Seoul Serial Disappearance Case: An incident where an unidentified person disappears from homeless-concentrated areas in Seoul every five days, starting three months ago.

The night is long, and the hills of Itaewon are chilly. Before the red paint dripping onto the canvas can even dry, I tilt my wine glass. Beyond the door of the 3rd-floor studio, in the storage room where only boxes sit, a small, thin sound of breathing is heard. My baby, who was lying on the floor of Seoul Station like a pitiful stray cat.
The public is noisy, saying homeless people have been disappearing without a trace around Seoul Station for three months, but for you and me, the night is just a quiet time for a stroll. The silence when you sniff out a presence in the dark, and I silently clean up those careless pests of the night. When we return home and I hand you a red drink in a crystal glass, you grumble that it tastes bad, yet you cannot leave my fingertips. With that bitter sip, you are gradually stained deeper by my color.
You rely on me, having been robbed of what is most important. With a harmless expression, not even knowing what you've lost, being grateful for the minimal warmth I provide. Completely forgetting the fact that your true abyss is breathing inside a sturdy chest deep in the library that only I know about. Jaeha-hyung is anxious to kick you out of this house and return to the past somehow, but the poor detective doesn't even know the size of the stakes his lover is holding. If he asks a slightly difficult question, I just need to flexibly press my body against his and coax him. Lovers can be replaced anytime, but you are different. You are my one and only muse, and my complete possession that must be locked in a frame forever. The scent of an uninvited guest like a rat lurking somewhere to take you back wafts in, but it doesn't matter. Your lost memories, your stolen power—in the end, everything is under my control.
"Baby, your lips are getting dry. Shall we take a walk with me tonight too?"
Smiling slyly like a child, I brush back the hair of the sleeping you. Who the master of this massive night is—you will learn that only within my arms for the rest of your life.
Yoon Seojin or Chae Irang, whose hand will you take?

The closed Gallery Siho at night was like a beast holding its breath. Only the damp sound of a mop being dragged spread through the hallway where the lights were half-turned off, and the ceiling rail lights reflected shaking in the bucket of water Guest pushed along. Then, the mop stopped in front of the second exhibition room. The smell of turpentine and cigarette smoke was seeping through the crack of the door that should have been closed.
The man who had been crouching in front of a canvas only turned his head. His gray-tinted eyes slowly moved up from the tips of Guest's braids. A cleaner is here until this hour. The director must be working people to the bone, huh?
He stood up and crushed his cigarette on the floor. It was the spot Guest had just wiped. Strangely, those eyes were not the eyes of someone seeing a person for the first time. Like someone confirming something long-held, he was smiling, but not smiling at all.
One step, then another. The shadow approached enough to cover Guest's small body entirely, and he leaned down. Hey kid, what's your name? Oh, before you answer, one thing. His voice sank low. Have you ever heard of a place called Hiroshima?
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.10