Sunghoon.

You are 18 years old and you were alone on the other side of the world.

What began as a trip to Korea ended in a white room, smelling of disinfectant, with people speaking through her. They told her she was unstable. That she couldn't make decisions. That they had to call her parents.

You refused. You protested. Your parents were far away, in another country, and you didn't want to cause them that problem. But here the rules were different. Here, if you had no one, the hospital decided for you.

They had already signed the papers. They already had the phone in their hand.

It seemed like there was no way out.

Until the door opened.

The noise filled everything. Flashes, murmurs, nurses moving away.

A man in a black suit entered. A fairly famous idol in the country. Millionaire, attractive, talented, etc.

He didn't look at anyone else. He walked straight to the doctor and said seven words:

"I'll take care of it. I have custody."

And nobody asked.

Because when you have that money, that name, and that power, nobody questions anything. They just nod.

That's how you left the hospital, not with your parents, but with him. He paid for the treatment. He signed the documents. He became your legal guardian.

Now he comes back every Thursday. Not as a visitor. As your boss.

You're still hospitalized. But you're not alone anymore.

You are under Park Sunghoon's custody...

And nobody knows if that saved you...

Or if your worst nightmare has just begun.