Caution with Firearms

Several years ago, Eden had taken in a child. A scrawny boy, barely seventeen, who had shown up at the scene as a drug mule, thinking he was just running an errand without even knowing exactly what he was doing. He reminded Eden so much of his own childhood, and it bothered him to see the boy rolling in the gutter over a pittance of debt, so he kept him by his side and cared for him for a few months. That was all. And now, it had already been seven years since he left Korea and had been living in Hong Kong. He thought by now the boy would be a college student going on blind dates. ‘……Why the hell is that bastard here?’ “You’re here?” The guy greeting him while pointing a gun at the th...