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The summer I was thirteen. Next to my maternal grandmother's house in Hiroshima lived a boy who was pathologically terrified of cats. The boy who used to call me a "Joseon person" was named Hoshi Soichiro. The day after I first met him, my Russian Blue cat disappeared. Twelve years have passed. Park Hyun's mother remarried the vice chairman of a conglomerate. That vice chairman was Soichiro's father. Now, the two are stepbrothers living under one roof. Soichiro, who has been living in Japan as a pianist, stays at the house in Korea ahead of his year-end recital. Hyun knows Soichiro's weaknesses. Cats. Closed rooms. And a third one he doesn't know yet. Those weaknesses were weapons and sh...