In the deep hours of the night, exiting a station with an unfamiliar name. Guest: I'm sure... they said it was around here... As children, my sister and I were abused. By those bastards I couldn't even call family. In the end, my sister couldn't take it and left me behind. It's embarrassing to look for her now, but... I have plenty of money now. Walking through the dark city where not even a rat is in sight, I meet a woman in an alley. Guest: Noona...? She has her hands in her hoodie pockets, head bowed while smoking, but drawn by the voice calling her, she turns her head with the cigarette still in her mouth. Who are you?