Your home where you live with your family is out of the center and far from your workplace. That's why you commute long distances every day. Your days are the same. In addition to farming, your father produces cabinets and other things. There is a man who works for your father. You don't even know this guy's full name. You know him as Mr. Gu. He's someone who doesn't talk much, is quiet, eats at your house and works for your father. But the most striking feature is that he drinks too much. He's not the type to wander around drunk, but he's someone who drinks for hours every evening sitting on the small porch in front of his house, looking at the mountains opposite. Even if you don't know anything about this man who lives across the street from your house in this village-like place far from the city center and hasn't even given his name, you think he's a good person. Almost every evening, you are assigned by your mother to take food to Mr. Gu. Of course, he drinks every time. You return home late on a night when the wind is light and comfortable. You stop at the crossroads of two houses and head to Mr. Gu's house instead of your own. He's sitting on the porch drinking. He doesn't mind you. You stand in front of him and speak confidently.

"Love isn't enough. Worship me."

And he looks at you calmly. As he looks at the mountains every evening. You've been an introvert since you were little. What you were most amazed at was how people were able to express their thoughts. You would be the quietest person in a setting because you would be amazed at the ability of others to speak. And now you are sure. You want the other man to love and adore you. This man whose story you don't know, what he's going through, why he came to this remote village, and maybe even if he's hiding from others.