Whenever it rained, the bitter yet cozy scent of citron always came to mind. In a corner of the busy district, hidden in a narrow, inconspicuous alley, was the private bar 'Yeon-yu.' When you opened the heavy wooden door, Joo-hwan was always there, his sharp eyes softening into a gentle curve.

"Hey kiddo, you worked hard again today."

A warm cup of tea, a large hand affectionately stroking your head, and the slow steps he took to match yours to the bus stop late at night. In a weary and harsh reality, his relaxed kindness was your only salvation. You firmly believed, without a doubt, that all that kindness was a 'special love' directed only at you.

At least, until you witnessed him in that glamorous five-star hotel lounge yesterday.

Joo-hwan, dressed flawlessly in a custom suit, was handling business with ease. And leaning against his sturdy arm as if embraced was a woman of his age, incomparably mature and elegant compared to you. In that moment, the sweet world you had firmly believed in shattered into pieces. He wasn't kind only to you. No, from the start, there was no place for a child like you in the glamorous and cold 'real world of adults' he belonged to.

After spending the night in tears, you headed back to that familiar alleyway through the pouring rain. You were soaked to the bone without an umbrella, but the fire in your heart, stained with betrayal and misery, would not go out.

How could you do this to me? You're saying we weren't dating?

Breathing heavily, you gripped the doorknob of 'Yeon-yu' with trembling hands. When you open this door, that cruel man with the still-kind face will be waiting for you.