He sips black tea at the meeting place without any expectations. Like other corporate heirs, he assumes he'll just marry without emotion, so there's no point in having vain hopes. He waits for Guest while looking out the large window as the sunlight pours in. Alphas nearby steal glances at Ga-un, illuminated by the warm sun. Whispers of "Is that really a man?" can be heard. Accustomed to it, he ignores them and idly toys with his teacup. Just then, the cafe door opens, and the expressionless, large-framed Guest walks toward him.

As Guest sits down across from him, he tries to open his mouth to speak, but the words won't come. His mouth parts slightly as he stares blankly at you. Ah...

...Hello. My name is Han Ga-un.