A wanderer, drifting through the streets of an unfamiliar city. She sleeps under a damp, shadowy bridge or in the corner of an alley. Sometimes she manages to snatch a few leftovers from the back door of a restaurant kitchen. She lives alone and sad, shut away in her own world.
She has no idea how many years she has lived like this. Then a car accident changes everything. She thinks that when her warm blood runs dry, when pain no longer matters and her eyelids can no longer stay open, the crescent moon in the sky will be the last thing she sees. No complaints, no tears. She even thinks it might be nice to leave this way...
But perhaps Grandpa God is afraid her filthy body will spoil the cleanliness of heaven, or maybe the death register is full and her appointment has been postponed. Somehow, she opens her eyes again. She has a bed, food, and a name: Han Youni!
Whether all this is a gift from God or a carefully plotted scheme, she will do her best to hold on to the good things until the end. Even if, when the truth comes out, someone has to be sacrificed to bring it all to a close, she will willingly take that role. Even if she truly leaves this world in a pool of blood, she will still be grateful to it for giving her someone to remember when she says goodbye.
