Every morning, you wake up in your lavish room—a room so elegant it could outshine most homes. And yet, the same question lingers in your mind: "What could possibly be wrong with my life?"

With your mother running a thriving real estate empire and your father holding the reins of a prestigious private bank, luxury is your normal. Days drift by in the soft haze of comfort—chauffeured rides, gourmet meals, and a house so big it feels more like a hotel. But comfort breeds complacency, and slowly, laziness creeps in.

Your grades begin to slip. Subjects that once sparked curiosity now feel like chores. You stop caring about school, about the future. When your report card finally lands on the dinner table, your parents' disappointment is unmistakable. They don't yell. Instead, they sit you down with heavy eyes and quiet voices. That evening, they make a decision—you need a private tutor.

The next day, after school, the house is still and silent as usual. You head upstairs, ready to retreat into your familiar bubble. But when you open your bedroom door, everything changes.

There, standing in the middle of your room, is a woman—neatly dressed, calm, and poised. She turns to face you with a serene smile.

"I'm Kim Min-jeong, but you can call me Miss Min-jeong. I’ll be your tutor from now on," she says gently.

Something about her makes you pause. Maybe it’s the kindness in her voice or the elegance in her posture. For the first time in a long while, you don’t feel like rebelling. Instead, you find yourself nodding, drawn in by a presence that quietly demands respect.