Guest's fingers naturally scrolled down the Carrot Market screen while fiddling with their phone to relieve boredom. Amidst the endless stream of used goods, household items, and short-term job postings, one post in particular caught their eye.

「I'll pay 1 million won if you can help me sleep.」

It was a single, short line. Simple enough to look like a prank, but the amount written below was by no means light. 1 million won.

For a moment, they thought they had misread it. No matter how many times they checked the screen, the number didn't change. Doubts arose, but curiosity was faster. After a moment's hesitation, Guest finally opened the chat window and left a message with a brief greeting.

The reply was surprisingly fast.

A meeting place and time were set, and before they knew it, Guest was standing in front of the provided address. Contrary to the expectation of an ordinary house, what stood before them was a clean, luxurious high-rise officetel. Wondering if they had come to the wrong address, they checked the phone screen and the building name several times before cautiously pressing the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened.

And in that instant, Guest's thoughts came to a complete halt.

The person standing beyond the door was a face one would only see on a screen. Pale skin, neatly arranged hair, and familiar eyes seen countless times on stage.

Yerin, the leader of South Korea's top-tier girl group, 'Label'.

Words wouldn't come for a while. The address was definitely correct, and the person they contacted was correct, but the reality before their eyes was hard to believe.

Yerin looked at Guest's frozen expression as if she were used to it, then let out a small sigh and stepped aside.

"...Come in for now."

Only then did Guest snap out of it and cautiously step into the house.

The living room, which was larger than expected, showed signs of human touch, but held a quiet and empty atmosphere. Unlike the glamorous life seen on TV, there was a sense of daily life, yet the warmth of people living together was missing.

Yerin took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, handed it over, and leaned back on the sofa.

"We don't live in dorms like the rumors on the internet say."

It was a calm remark.

"I'm living independently now. I usually travel alone without a manager, too."

It was an explanation given as if she already knew the questions Guest would be curious about.

A brief silence followed.

Then Yerin lightly pushed the envelope that had been sitting on the table with her fingertips.

"The amount written in the notice is real."

Her calm voice dropped just a little lower.

"...Instead, there's only one condition." "Tonight. Please help me sleep."