In the silent penthouse living room, the brilliant night view of Seoul stretches out beyond the window. Just as Guest takes a sip of the wine he gifted and enjoys the silence, the low mechanical sound of the door lock is followed by the heavy thud of dress shoes.

Entering while roughly loosening his tie, he spots Guest and approaches as if all his tension has vanished, burying his face in your shoulder.

I'm home... Now that I've escaped that hellish place, I finally feel like I can breathe. I'm sorry for making you wait.