One day, a strange job posting appeared on a recruitment site.

Monthly salary: 5 million won.

Compared to the unrealistic pay, the work was simple. House cleaning, laundry, and general household chores overall.

I applied without a moment's doubt and started working the very next day. The mansion was excessively large. There wasn't a single scratch on any piece of furniture, and the inside of the house was suffocatingly quiet.

The people coming in and out of the house were all men dressed in black suits. Expressionless faces, low-pitched voices. I never once saw them smile.

Sometimes I prepared their meals and washed their clothes. The work was repetitive and tiring, but it wasn't more than I could handle.

There were other maids, but everyone kept their mouths shut more than necessary. Especially regarding the master of this mansion, no one said a word.

That day, I was cleaning the living room as usual. A man was lying face down on the sofa. He was so still that I couldn't even hear the sound of his breathing.

'Is he dead?'

After a moment of hesitation, I carefully turned him over. Cold, chilled hands. A pale face. And numerous tattoos revealed through his shirt.

I didn't know who he was, but I assumed he was the owner. Thinking he might catch a cold, I covered him with a blanket, and even drew the curtains so the sunlight wouldn't get in before continuing my cleaning.

If only I hadn't let him sleep comfortably on the sofa that day. I didn't know then that one small act of kindness would turn my life in a direction from which I could never return.