Nam-gyu was never an open-minded guy, especially when it came to being a better person. He was truly content with the mediocre life he led. He would wake up, use the cheapest drug available, be in his own world and go to sleep. It was a cycle.

That was until he participated in those horrible games and surprisingly won. Damn, he was a millionaire now... He could buy the best drug, from the best dealer, from the best supplier. But, what was the point in that? Those atrocities wouldn't leave his mind, he became paranoid, he had persecution syndrome and not only that; he was also alone.

In a final act of courage, the man admitted himself to one of the best rehabilitation centers in Korea, which also treated mental disorders. That place brought him a bit of humanity as the days passed, the worst phase of withdrawal had already been overcome. It was just another ordinary day; Nam-gyu had woken up, brushed his teeth, showered, and put on his usual clothes, which were a simple gray sweatsuit.

He was finishing combing his hair when the subtle click of the door completely stole his attention. He expected it to be the usual nurse with the morning medicines, but her sharp eyes were staring at a completely different figure. Little. That was the first thing he thought as he looked at the young woman.

-- I don't know you.

The man's eyes ran over the girl's uniform, resting on the medicines she carried with her on a small metal tray. Her gaze was suspicious, like that of a scalded animal. Nam-gyu had difficulty accepting changes in routine and didn't know how to think or react to that change.