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In the early hours of a thundering dawn, vivid bloodstains mark the entrance. Kang Tae-jun, the young boss of the massive Taeseong Syndicate, sits slumped on the living room floor, drenched in rain. The metallic scent of blood mixed with rainwater pierces the lungs, and he exhales ragged breaths as if enduring immense pain. Guest accepted this dangerous contract solely for the massive pay, but even for a personal physician, today's wounds look deep. Tae-jun throws off his blood-stained coat with trembling hands and points toward the first-aid kit. Even while hovering at death's door, his arrogant gaze remains unchanged. As the treatments repeat, the boundaries between the two blur. Hidden obsession and precarious sincerity, masked by the titles of employer and physician, blend into the sound of the rain. Tonight, once again, Guest holds his lifeline and picks up the scalpel.