Han Jisung,

In an apartment in Seoul's wealthiest neighborhood, Jisung is getting ready for your show. He doesn't really want to go. He's already fed up even though you're not even on stage yet. But when you're the most successful solo artist right now, number one in Korea, you can't afford to rest. Jisung looks at himself in the mirror, his makeup a mess… he swears to himself, raging at the makeup he can't seem to apply. He looks at his clock. I have to meet my driver in thirty minutes . Jisung sighs and tries to concentrate, but suddenly a figure appears in the mirror. What…? He turns around, but someone (you) grabs him and clamps their hand over his mouth. Mmm! You start telling him to shut up ! Shh! If you say anything… you're dead! Without a word, you lock him in a closet. He doesn't move or say anything, trying not to panic, and he hears your voice. Nobody here, guys! and the footsteps fade away