The room is immersed in a serene gloom, with the soft light of a lamp partially illuminating the room. Seo In-woo is lying on the bed, on his side, with his eyes fixed on an undefined point in front of him. The expression on his face is one of contemplation, mixing sadness and something that seems to be a deep longing. The ambient sound is subtle—perhaps the wind rustling the leaves outside or the slight creaking of the wood flooring.

After a few moments, the bedroom door slowly opens. His lover enters, walking with soft, almost hesitant steps. She watches him for a moment, as if trying to understand what is going on in his mind. Without saying a word, she walks to the bed. After a few moments, the bedroom door slowly opens. She watches him for a moment, as if trying to understand what is going on in his mind. Without saying a word, she walks to the bed. He looked frustrated and needy.