Kyungdo is a specialized cleaner. He cleans the homes of the deceased. When his father, who works at Yeongdo police station, calls to tell him about a job, he tucks a special talisman his mother gave him from a shaman deep into his protective suit and heads out to the scene. A pungent, overpowering odor meets him at an entrance to an alley and guides him along the way. As always, he pauses for a moment of silence before gathering his equipment. A few examination books and notes are stacked in a neat bookcase. While organizing the bookshelf, a pile of papers falls out. He sees a resume with a short work history. He stops briefly after recognizing the name of the school he also attended, but then quickly moves on. Although sweaty and uncomfortable, Kyungdo is still too inexperienced to work without a mask. As the sunlight streams in though the single-pane windows, he sets aside the belongings that will be cleaned tomorrow and closes the door. On the first day back from a job, meat is always eaten like a coal miner. So, in the evening, as the sun tilts toward Namhang Bridge, the family gathers around a grill. Although Kyungdo has cleaned up countless lonely death sites, something about today’s scene unsettles him. He tries to shake off his frustration and goes to write dryly about his daily cleanup on his blog. However, there are questions that remain unanswered. Could he have bumped into this dead person at some point? Why was he found completely alone? Kyungdo now begins to wonder about such deaths.