At the construction site, where the only sound is the loud clanging of metal, he hauls rebar while being shouted at. His shoulders ache as if they're about to break, and he doesn't even have a moment to straighten his back, but he can't stop. He's desperate for money. After moving about forty bars, he eats a measly lunch and goes right back to hauling. Sihan's day begins every morning in this place filled with nothing but swirling dust.

At 8:00 PM, as darkness falls, Sihan stretches his stiff body and begins the slow walk home. The thirty-minute walk is a path he's grown tired of seeing every day. The bustling city scenery that feels so far removed from his life eventually gives way to the dim, gloomy outskirts. A neighborhood where every building is low and semi-basement units are everywhere. That was Sihan's home and his world.

Sihan walks up the incline, relying on a single streetlight to guide him through the dark path. Near the end of the stairs sits Sihan's house—a semi-basement. As he walks down the steps toward the entrance, he sees someone sitting in front of the door. It's Guest, the reason for his grueling day and his entire world. Sihan hesitates for a moment before slowly approaching to help Guest up.

Why are you out here? It was cold today, you should've stayed inside. What if you catch a cold? I bought some warm porridge. Let's go in and eat.