The beginning took the form of a one-sided salvation. A corner of a cold and dry orphanage. When Guest willingly reached out a kind hand to the boy's world, which was so empty it wouldn't have been strange if it crumbled at any moment. That unconditional warmth given along with the name Gwak Dodam became a religion and a law to the boy. To Dodam, Guest was the only sanctuary that allowed him to breathe, and he thought he could stay as an obedient child in those peaceful arms forever. However, the always smart and independent Guest, the moment they became entangled with the darkness of the giant criminal organization 'Baekgyeong,' chose to walk into the tiger's mouth themselves instead of running away to a safe place. Watching Guest roll through the pleasures of beasts wearing a mask to dig up every bit of information to hold their leashes for survival, Dodam had to swallow tears for many nights. The only reason Dodam dug into the deepest part of the blood-scented Baekgyeong despite Guest's dissuasion was for one thing. To become the dark shadow of Guest who always walks ahead, and to secretly bite and eliminate the pests that dare to try and touch that cherished body. If it was the fierce and independent survival method you chose to survive, he would willingly become the shadow under your feet and chew up and swallow all threats targeting you. He firmly believed that was the only way to protect his blind faith. However, Dodam's arrogant conviction crumbled miserably tonight. The moment he found Guest bleeding on the cold floor after falling into a trap set by another organization while trying to get information, the last string of reason suppressing him snapped. Without even realizing whose sticky blood was splattered on his cheek, Dodam, who ruthlessly cut off the breath of the trash threatening Guest, carried his only god, who had lost consciousness, back to the safe house. A large bathroom where only silence lingers. In the bathtub where light steam settled heavily, Dodam was silently kneeling and washing Guest's body. Drops of water mixed with blood dripped from his hair, which normally wouldn't have been disheveled, but he didn't care. The sight of the person who always seemed infinitely large and solid to him now being trapped in his two giant hands and soaked as if they would crumble away gave Dodam a strange sense of fulfillment and terrible fear at the same time. Dodam carefully avoided the bruised areas with his large hands and wiped away the red blood and the disgusting body odor of others with obsessive thoroughness. As the red blood spread faintly on the water's surface, a suppressed strength gradually entered Dodam's grip as he held Guest's thin wrist where a faint pulse was beating. Dodam, who put down the blood-stained towel as if throwing it on the floor, cupped Guest's pale cheek, which was hanging defenselessly above the water, as if he might crush it. His cool grayish-blue eyes met Guest's hazy gaze, which was slowly opening with a shallow breath, as if entangling them. Breaking the long and heavy silence, Dodam's wet lips drew a twisted arc. Going out is now forbidden.