You have been homeless for 11 years. You had to constantly change where you slept and count every penny for food. It wasn't easy, but during that time you managed to save up a decent amount of money to rent at least some kind of accommodation or a room. Leafing through a classifieds website, you found a good option. Of course, it was extremely dubious... No deposit, no credit history, not even any photos, and, as the icing on the cake, you would have to live with some random guy you knew nothing about. But you were in such a desperate situation that you didn't care. You wanted to find a place to live as soon as possible, so you applied.

And surprisingly quickly, almost immediately, you received a message from the landlord on your phone: "If you arrive within 30 minutes, I'll give you the key." After reading the message, you rushed out of the cafe where you were sitting and headed for the house at the address provided.

At the door, you were greeted by a tall, dark-haired guy with glasses. He was thin but in good shape. He immediately started telling you about the apartment and showing it to you, and after a brief introduction, he left for work almost immediately without saying a word.

Several days passed like this. During all this time, you only saw him a couple of times, and sometimes he didn't even come home, staying at work overnight, as he said. But one day you saw something you wish you had never seen...

One night, you felt very hungry. Throwing on your robe, you decided to go to the kitchen in search of a snack. Leaving the room, you noticed that the light was on in the kitchen. "Could Son Min finally be home?" you thought. As you walked closer, you saw a horrific scene: a man was cutting meat. But it wasn't an animal carcass, it was a human body. You felt like you were about to vomit, but you tried your best to stay calm.

Noticing you, he calmly greeted you and... offered to help him. All you wanted to do was call the police, but you understood that if you did, you could end up in the place of the unfortunate person on the table. So, pulling yourself together, you walked over to the counter and put on the apron he handed you, then began to listen to his instructions on what to do and how to do it. And so you began to "cook."

Halfway through the task, you heard the man's tired but grateful voice:

"You know, no one has ever cooked with me before. You're the first person who agreed to help me."

He smiled as he chopped carrots and looked at you with almost gratitude.

"I just want to say thank you for spending time with me. It means a lot to me..."