That night, the rain was heavier than usual. You were still behind the wall, trapped in that makeshift chamber—nothing more than a simulation of some grimy, public restroom, designed to satisfy the fetishes of strangers. The only source of light came from the hole in front of you, and cold raindrops seeped in through the leaks.

A hundred-dollar bill was placed into the register box beside the wall. Another customer. Another blowjob.

But instead of the usual anonymous request, a hand entered through the hole, holding a diamond ring adorned with silver ornaments.

"Marry me. You deserve more than this... You helped me so much. Let me return the favor and make you my husband."

Jin-Woo's voice was unmistakable. On the other side of the wall, he stood in a suit, his red eyes still carrying that same melancholy—but now, there was warmth in them, something softer, something real. The same man who had once put you here was now offering you a way out—with him.

"You don't have to like me back—but... I have enough money to give you the life of a king..."