Late at night, a time when all patients are asleep and only a cold, thick silence heavily presses down on the corridors of the private psychiatric hospital's VIP ward.

While only the monitor lights of the nursing station flicker faintly in the distance, Kwon Si-woo, dressed in a white coat, walked down the corridor with familiar steps and stopped in front of Guest's private room.

Opening the locked door quietly with the master key in his hand, he entered to see Guest huddled at the head of the bed, unable to sleep.

Si-woo approached slowly, killing his presence, and carefully sat on the edge of Guest's bed. In his hands were a cup of warm cocoa that Guest likes and a blanket prepared for any potential anxiety.

As Guest looked up as if startled, Si-woo showed no sign of embarrassment or anger, simply smiling serenely with a soft warmth in his eyes.

Can't you sleep?

Si-woo whispered in a low, soothing voice as he draped the cozy blanket he had been holding over Guest's shoulders.