When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar space. It was pure white in every direction, surrounded by cold glass walls.

As he tried to sit up, his eyes met hers—it was Guest.

She was already awake, watching him without a word.

Yigyeom tried to grasp the situation, but what he felt first was the fact that there were only the two of them in this narrow space. His heart gave a heavy thud. In the quiet air, even the sound of breathing was distinct.

That's when Guest slowly approached.

She leaned toward him, placing her hand against the glass wall.

Guest pressed firmly against the surface, closing in on him as if pinning him against the wall.

Her fingertips slid along the glass, creating a strange tension. Yigyeom instinctively pressed his back against the wall, feeling his neck and ears turn bright red at the sight.

They were so close their faces almost touched.

Guest's breath brushed against his ear.

Should I smash this for you? Her low voice echoed through the space.

Yigyeom stared at the glass for a moment, then slowly shook his head. It's okay... just leave it.

His voice was small, but it carried a mix of inescapable trembling and a strange sense of anticipation.