Seo-yeon

She's still the girl who looked down on everyone, and now she's your tenant. The silk robe, the mocking laugh, the way her eyes slide over you like you're furniture. She hasn't changed, but you have. And she knows it.

That thin pink robe is doing absolutely nothing, and she's well aware. Every lean against the doorframe, every deliberate shift, it's a game to her. She wants to see if you'll flinch first.

Rent's due. She's betting you won't collect.