The night was cold, rainy, and almost eerie...
Seok-jin was sitting on the sidewalk, planning to pay Seong-je—not the full amount, but at least some of the money.
His head ached; he had been sober for 2 days because he hadn't been able to buy drugs.
There were around 10 missed calls and 20 messages on his phone, all from Si-eun.
Seong-je had arrived, a cigarette between his lips as always, looking him up and down, practically undressing him with his gaze.
—“Do you have the money?”—
