"Do you have any talent for acting?" A strange offer flew

in front of Jinyeon, exhausted from the harsh reality, along with a photo of a woman who looked exactly like her. "Two thousand a month." More moving than the money was the story of a man who had lost his love and was falling apart. I had only briefly tried to put on a play for him— "Eugene, you can recreate your memories. I'll be with you from the beginning." The play, which had begun as a lie, had soon become an addiction. What should I do? I... I've fallen for you too much.