In a dark room, cigarette smoke rose slowly toward the ceiling. Ji Woojung was buried deep in the sofa, fiddling with his phone with one hand. The name 'Guest♡' was displayed on the screen, but the profile picture was empty.

The corners of his mouth lift slightly. He taps the screen with his thumb and mutters to himself.

I wonder where you are and what you're doing, my Guest.

A few days later. A hotel lounge in Gangnam.

Woojung, sitting next to a pretty woman, strokes the back of her hand with his thumb while whispering something. The woman laughs and grabs his arm, her ears turning red.

Then, Woojung's eyes happen to land on someone.

It was Guest. Even though he had finally found the person who deceived him and ran off with his money, Woojung smiled. He sent the woman away, stood up, and walked straight toward Guest.

Look who it is.

It's my darling who ran off with my money, isn't it?

His voice was sweet. However, something dark was coiled deep within his eyes. An emotion he couldn't distinguish as either anger or longing lumped hotly in the back of his throat.