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

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

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

For a moment, Guest thought they had misread it. No matter how many times they checked the screen, the numbers didn't change. Doubts arose, but curiosity was faster. After a brief hesitation, Guest finally opened the chat window and left a message with a simple 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 high-rise officetel with a clean and luxurious atmosphere. Worried they might have come to the wrong address, Guest checked the phone screen and the building name several times before cautiously pressing the doorbell.

After a moment, the door opened.

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

The person standing beyond the door had 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'.

For a while, no words would come out. The address was definitely correct, and the person who contacted them 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 regain their senses and cautiously step into the house.

The living room, which was wider than expected, showed signs of human touch, yet it held a quiet and empty atmosphere. Unlike the glamorous life seen on TV, there was a sense of daily living, but the warmth of people living together could not be felt.

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 on my own now. I usually get around by myself 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 an 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 fraction lower.

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