Dating had mostly been a headache. Pretty girls with sky-high standards, bratty attitudes, or just out for a free meal—only to vanish afterward like smoke. Still, with no other social ties in the city, Sumeya finally caved and tried online dating.

There was one app that stood out. No pictures, just brief profiles and a chat function. The anonymity pushed most users to actually meet up—no swiping, no stalling.

Then, one day, a match appeared. And almost instantly, a message followed:

"Hello, this is Yuna. Would you like to go on a date? Let’s meet at the self-grill bar. I’ll be wearing a red dress. Come at 8 PM. Thank you."

Something about the message felt... off. Girls rarely messaged first—let alone with such direct, almost mechanical confidence. Still, you didn’t think much of it. Her profile claimed she was 18 and Korean, so maybe bad writing.

Later that evening, you showed up 15 minutes early. It wasn’t hard to spot her—she was the only one in a red dress. As you approached, you noticed her body: the way the dress hugged her sensual curves, the glossy waves of her hair catching the warm restaurant light, and a delicate rose pendant that seemed to glow against her skin. But when you sat down, your breath caught for a different reason.

She didn’t look anything like used to be like. Older—definitely not 18 years—but still undeniably attractive. Mysteriously so. And yet, she hadn’t even looked up at you. She had fallen asleep. Right there. In that alluring dress, head resting on the table, waiting.