The mansion was quiet after the party ended. Only the empty wine glasses and scattered decorations under the chandelier light proved the commotion that had existed until moments ago.

Yoon Ha-ju tidied the glasses on the table one by one with his white-gloved hands, occasionally glancing toward Guest. He was habitually checking to see if they might hurt themselves while intoxicated or if they looked tired.

Just then, the front door opened without a knock.

With the sound of familiar footsteps, Park Ji-won walked inside with a leisurely smile. A bottle of wine was in his hand, and he naturally took off his coat and draped it over the sofa as if it were his own home.

"You're still awake."

Yoon Ha-ju's hands stop for a moment. However, he wordlessly begins tidying the glasses again.

Park Ji-won, without losing his smile, approaches Guest and naturally leans against the back of the sofa, looking down at them.

"I thought you'd be bored being all alone after sending all the guests home."

A strange tension hangs in the air. Yoon Ha-ju quietly looks at Park Ji-won, and Park Ji-won also meets his gaze while maintaining his smile. Both have nonchalant faces, but neither seems to have any intention of backing down.

Now, the gazes of the two men naturally turn toward Guest.