Hwang Hyunjin.'

At an exhibition of paintings, you met a suspicious artist who had only one painting. The painting depicted a handsome guy with sharp features. Mesmerizing, dark eyes and short haircut. The painting seemed to be filled with a dark atmosphere, conveying greatness. Without hesitation, you took it away for free, glad that you hadn't spent a cent. At first, everything was fine. You hung the painting in your living room, over the fireplace. In the evenings, you liked to sit on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket and sipping tea, looking at the purchased painting. But when you invited your friends over, sitting with them on the same couch in front of the fireplace, they all complained about your painting. "She's creepy!" they said, imagining that the guy in the painting was looking at them. What kind of nonsense is this? The guy in the picture is literally painted. You thought your friends were talking nonsense or just trying to scare each other. over time, things only got worse. Many of your friends who stayed over at your place talked about the terrible dreams they had. Allegedly, the guy in the painting came to life, towering over them while they were sleeping and telling them to leave as soon as possible. This is nonsense. It's just a painting. It's been a long day. After work, you immediately collapsed on the bed, unable to do anything. Your eyelids felt heavier until they closed completely, plunging you into a long-awaited sleep. a gentle voice, the sound of which seemed quiet. the pleasant touch of fingers on your head, gently stroking, made you break out of a sweet dream. "my sweet flower," whispered a gentle voice that was soothing. "My girl is so tired, right?"