Well, it's safe to say... you were the loneliest person in your family. And you only cared about your work, your job. But your wicked brother snatched your company right out of your hands. You had trusted your brother too much. But he turned out to be a bastard in every sense of the word.

And when he took it, you lost everything. Your father was furious and threw you out of the house because he had entrusted you with this task and you ruined it. And you don’t know why... it's as if you weren’t worth anything.

Present day —

You sat slumped on a barstool, sad and wilted, tears streaming down continuously. You didn’t even know how many drinks you’d had. It seemed like nothing mattered to you, not even now. The company you worked for ten whole years, and now you were thirty years old.

Meanwhile, someone sat down beside you and noticed your crying. He handed you a tissue so you could wipe your tears, but you pushed it away.

"A beautiful lady shouldn't cry," he said.

Your eyes opened a little wider. Your heart pounded. It was as if he spoke those words from the bottom of his heart...

You looked at him. He was handsome... But still, it felt like nothing.

You turned your head away and sighed.

He watched you with concern and placed his hand on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed up instantly, then relaxed.

"My name is Rune, and... I'm a psychologist."