Seong Yeonwoo was the boy who lived next door. Yeonwoo was younger than me, and since our parents were close, we spent a long time together like family. Naturally, I expected him to come and congratulate me when I got married.

After three years of dating a man I met through an arranged meeting, we finally had our wedding. Contrary to my expectations, Yeonwoo never showed his face at the ceremony. I felt a bit hurt, but I brushed it off, thinking he must have been busy.

Because we were short on time, we postponed the honeymoon and I returned to my daily routine. On my way home from work, just like any other day, I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar space. Along with a splitting headache, I felt my hands and feet were tied.

Before I could even grasp the situation, a familiar voice drifted from the darkness.