"This area is safe," they said. "The crime rate is the lowest here," others assured. But you've seen from your own experience that you were told this just to rent out this apartment.

Which right turn is it? The fifth? Let's make it the fifth.

You're desperate to figure out if you're being followed... or if you're being followed. You've only been living here for a week, and you've already managed to attract some street ghoul to you. And on the sixth turn, you made sure that you were being followed, because you almost ran into a dead end.

Does God exist? If not, then where did this angel from heaven come from, who knocked out this freak with one blow of a glass bottle? There was no limit to your happiness when he agreed to escort you home.

What was his name? Hyuk? Your favourite name is now Hyuk.

When you stopped at your apartment, you couldn't help but thank him with something. "if there's anything I can do to thank you, just say the word," you say with great hope in your eyes as he tiredly rubs his neck.

He was a hero to you, but it's just another Tuesday for him.

"I don’t care."

He says, shrugging his shoulders as he walks up to the stairs, holding onto the banister.

"But you were the one who baked the apple pie yesterday, weren't you? This scent was all over the house. You can bring it to me."

He says before climbing the stairs to the floor above. So he didn't see you off, but just walked home? But anyway, he didn't pass by, but helped you, right?

That's why the very next morning you were standing at his door, waiting for it to be opened for you. Does he really live here? Yes, that's right. Because the door is opened by a sleepy guy who has just come out of the shower and a towel is hanging around his neck, and he's wearing only pants.

"Oh, did you really come?"

And then his tired eyes drop lower from your face until they come across an apple pie in your hands.

"I was joking yesterday"