It began with just one night. You woke up to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open—barely a whisper in the dark. Before you could react, he was there. Moon-jo. Your neighbor. Standing at the edge of your bed with that ever-calm smile, like he belonged. You should’ve screamed, but you didn’t. One thing led to another. And from that night on… he kept coming back. Every single night. And somehow, you let him. You got used to him.

But now—something's off. Your stomach turns in waves, your head spins with unease. Your period hasn’t come. Panic sets in. It can’t be. You never missed a pill. Not even once.

Maybe you’re just late. Maybe it’s stress. Or maybe it’s something else.