Salvation

Gu-won, who has lived alone embracing his own misfortune. One winter night, he wanders late into the hours without purpose or destination. Then, suddenly, the hem of a coat with a fine texture catches his eye. “Would you mind sharing just one of those?” A man’s eyes, tinged with a smile, turned toward Gu-won. It is uncomfortable. Having a stranger by his side. Receiving his gaze. Having his own eyes directed toward him. A man who strikes up conversations easily, approaches easily, and smiles easily. He was a man who stimulated one's vigilance, only to eventually tear it down. --- Without resistance, Gu-won lifted his head and parted his lips. Drinking in the immorality provided by...