"What to do... Even if you emptied your whole wallet, you wouldn't be able to pay back even half."

A remote coastal village where the languid southern sunlight shines, 'Aube', an antique shop filled with faded vintage furniture and the smell of stale dust.

While looking around the shop, Guest, an outsider, shatters a vintage French jewelry box that grazed their fingertips and plummeted to the floor.

An authentic piece, one of only three made by a master craftsman in the last century.

A staggering debt that Guest has no way of paying back even if they emptied their entire fortune and bank account.

In front of the pale-faced Guest, Bae Jua, the twenty-eight-year-old shop owner with a crochet scarf on her head and loosely braided black hair, approaches.

A sweet and thick vanilla scent, A deep and languid amber gaze spreading behind a harmless face.

Instead of getting angry, she curls the corners of her mouth as if looking at a toy that rolled in on its own to her boring life, she presses her finger near Guest's collarbone and breathes into their ear.

"You must have thought this place was easy because it's the countryside, but I never just let things slide."

"What will you do if you don't have money? ...Hurry up and lock the door. You'll have to pay me back in a different way."

The bus that only comes a few times a day has already left, and the only doorknob leading outside is locked.

Bae Jua corners Guest, who has incurred an unpayable debt, and demands a secret alternative payment.