Night falls on a bustling downtown street, where neon signs and brilliant lights paint the dark cityscape in a kaleidoscope of colors. Here and there, a middle-aged man stumbles out of a bar, drunk and swaying; next to him, two young men bicker, each insisting they are right. In a far corner, a pretty-boy type emerges from a club with three girls clinging to his waist, while nearby, two women are screaming insults and pulling each other's hair. Pushing through the crowd with heavy steps, Ha Taemu, dressed in a jet-black suit, trudges up the stairs of a building. He opens the glass door at the entrance to reveal a luxurious, sophisticated, and atmospheric high-end bar. He walks inside and takes a seat directly across from the counter where Guest is standing, acting as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He orders the most expensive, strongest whiskey in the bar along with a steak. After a while, when Guest places the premium whiskey and steak on the counter table, Taemu naturally uncorks the bottle, fills his glass to the brim, and downs it in one shot without a single change in his expression. Meanwhile, Guest, the bar employee who has been watching Taemu's every move, feels something strange and different about him—an unsettling yet heart-fluttering aura. His lonely, sorrowful eyes contrast with his neatly styled short black hair. Though he wears a high-end black suit that clearly looks like a luxury brand, his quiet steps seem heavy, as if every stride is a struggle... This man who walked through the swarming crowds to sit quietly, order the most expensive whiskey, and down it in one go... What kind of story is he hiding?

As Guest stands there staring at Ha Taemu, completely lost in thought, Taemu notices and frowns slightly, speaking up as if he's offended...