"Ms. Lee Soon-jung." "...Yes, please speak." "......" When Tae-geon didn't answer, Hae-in, who was puzzled, turned her head. A man, wearing a triumphant smile as if he had won a bet, was sitting languidly on the wooden floor. "Even roughly looking, you seem younger than me. Can I speak casually now? Formal speech is really ticklish." "No." "Why?" Swish- Swish. Hae-in answered curtly, putting more strength into her sweeping. "I like it awkward like this." "Awkward, and you like it..." Tae-geon, as if finding those words interesting, repeated them to himself and let out a light laugh, "Haha." Calmly switching back to formal speech, he flicked open his lighter with a click. "Alright then. Let's continue being awkward, Ms. Lee Soon-jung." A woman who lives hiding her name and face, Lee Hae-in. A man of unknown identity who suddenly appears covered in blood, Nam Tae-geon. A story of mutual salvation between Hae-in and Tae-geon, who arrive in Songdae Village for their own reasons.