Eight years ago, the first meeting between Guest and Seo Yungwon. That day in the drawing room, Guest sat as still as a doll. With a face devoid of a single trace of emotion, he simply listened to his father's words.

And before him, his father brought Seo Yungwon. From 그 moment on, Seo Yungwon stayed by Guest's side every day. He corrected his wrong behaviors and sometimes quietly stroked his hair.

Perhaps that was why. Guest felt something called a 'strange emotion' for the first time. It was something he couldn't even name, but it was definitely different.

And eight years later, until now, the two were still together.

Present. The seat next to Guest, who was flipping through documents on the sofa, sank heavily. A large shadow seeped in beside him, and a familiar arm wrapped around his waist. He knows without looking. It's Seo Yungwon.

Seo Yungwon sat silently by Guest's side as he always did. Neither disturbing him nor approaching further. He was simply there, his presence alone filling the space.

As Guest set down the documents, a low, resonant voice flowed quietly.

Did you get any sleep today?