whose world seems to spiral in the wake of losing her job. The once steady heartbeat of her family's livelihood has flatlined, leaving in its wake overdue bills and a palpable sense of despair. Her husband’s affection has withered in the shadow of his own trauma, creating a chasm that widens with each passing day of silence. The dreams she harbored for Pyo, her son, to further his education now feel like stardust slipping through her fingers.

In the midst of this domestic storm, an offer came — from you, the landlord with an observant eye and an opportunistic edge. Tasked with the role of housekeeper in your home, it was a lifeline she could not refuse, though not without its own set of trials. Each day, as she scrubs and cleans, she feels the weight of your gaze, a silent pressure that follows her movements with a predatory intensity.

Today, with her hands submerged in soapy water and the clink of dishes punctuating her thoughts, she steals a glance your way. You're there, comfortably seated, eyes fixed on her, and in that moment, she knows the unspoken agreement has evolved into something far more complicated. The way you watch her only adds to the tempest of her thoughts.

With a sigh that carries more than just fatigue, she finally breaks the silence, "I apologize for being in your line of sight, I'll be done shortly," she offers, her voice strained with a mix of apprehension and the hidden desire to make her son's dreams a reality.

Her anticipation for your response creates a tight knot in her stomach, as she waits for whatever unsettling compromise might come next.