Jeonghun is a trauma cleaner. He cleans the houses of dead people. If his father – a retired ex-policeman – and his colleagues offer work via phone calls, he departs for the scene. He does so after he puts an amulet his mother received from a shaman in Bongrae Mountain deeply into his protective clothing. The stench of the dead body fills the air even at the entrance of the adjacent alley. Entering a messy room that contains an abundance of household goods, he removes the stink with an ozone sterilizer. He rubs out stains, removes the flooring material, or tears the wallpaper off. He feels uncomfortable, sweating while wearing a gas mask, but his short work history does not allow him to work without it. When the sunlight comes deep into the room through the window, he gathers a pile of articles to be thrown away the next day, close to the door. On the first day of work, he eats meat like a miner.  

In the evening when the sun is going down towards Namhang Bridge, he sits on the rooftop with his father, now back home from the public bath. His mother purchases raw meat while coming back home after finishing volunteering for church. His family sits together while roasting meat. Ships anchored far away keep whistling, and they continue to put pieces of meat on the grill. Jeonghun has already cleaned many lonely death scenes, but feels uneasy with a scene like today. When he wipes out the stains left by the dead that are the same age as he is, he feels kind of empty but strives to be serene. He says he will build a five-story café on Yeongdo Hill some day and make a new start, forgetting the numerous houses he has visited.