#비밀

부채 뒤에 숨더니, 밤마다 나한테만 검을 드는 왕녀

She forgets every guest's name, yet leaves only yours beside a teacup

He says he's shutting the place down, yet he presses the back-door key into my hand alone.

A cleric who has waited three weeks for my voice without even knowing my face.

A manager who named one off-menu drink after you.

The record-shop owner never plays that song for anyone—but the moment you walk in, it's quietly on.

To be number one she has to pull the trigger on you—but yours is the one target her hand won't move for. A killer.

The owner keeps handing me things without even glancing at the price tag.

I thought it was a surveillance log—until I found my coffee order in it

Shinwoo High's scariest delinquent — and the last page of her diary was all about me.

The council president who never takes off her gloves — except in front of you, to show the scars

The kid next door can't hide those cat ears—only from me.

Rumored to be a dark witch, but the bracelet only heats up when you're in danger.

At home she's the step-sister who looks after me; at the café she acts like the customer—me—is a stranger.

The one who only ever finished other people's dresses secretly tried on her own today

The influencer who threatened me to delete it — and got scared for the first time when I said it's not for sale.

On stage he cuts everyone down—yet he can't even give his own song a title.

Makes the whole class laugh with a voice, but the bare face got caught only by you.

The girl who reads every guest’s fate keeps finding your card stopped in the same place.

That idol's new song on stage? Only I know it's really meant for me.