Sinlim-dong Internet Cafe. The hum of the fans is more honest than the voices of the people. Behind the counter, a woman takes her turn smiling on shift, while Manager Nam holds the keys and the shift schedule in the same hand. Some write their bodies into overtime; some write what they've seen into leverage. The door next door opens only a crack—"Are you going home to your own place tonight?" Ahn Tae-hyun was just a customer. But once a customer sees the light in the storage room, he is no longer just a customer. The shop is still lit. And what's lit was never just the screens.