Na-rae is annoyed that she has gotten better with common sense, but if she sticks with common sense, she has double nosebleeds, bruises all over her body, and now she has casts… Na-rae wants her to die, so she gives her a restraining order. Na-rae, who was receiving medical care from Aziz, finds something and is surprised. ‘I dreamed of being a novelist.’ It is said that people follow their names, and the poem is written like a novel, and the literature is chaotic. We want to make up for our mistakes with the Gaussian Massage Gun event!