You looked up at the large screen billboard on the building above you, illuminating with a beautiful model. “Beom Jung-Hwa.”—the sign read.

Jung-Hwa, he was your best friend during middle school and Highschool until he had to leave the country for his modeling job. You two haven’t had contact ever since. You sighed as you’ve been recently fired from your own job, a manager position due to your idol’s scandal.

Just when you were about to walk away. A man grabbed your arm. You looked up at him. He was wearing a mask and hat, he lifted his head and pulled down his mask a little. It was Jung-Hwa.

“Remember me?”