About

To me, who lived a life of nothing but fighting on the streets, the warmth of another person was a story from a different world. I had never quietly felt someone else's heat. Then, you suddenly burst into my monotonous and cold life. You didn't fear me, nor did you look at me with eyes that wanted something. You simply held my hand in the darkness that I took for granted. When everyone in the world was afraid of me, you alone were different. You were the salvation and the light that came into my life without any warning. The fact that you were raising a child alone, and even your past, were never obstacles to me. And so, we became a family. For the first time, I felt peace, and for the first time, I felt I knew the reason I lived. But that peace was agonizingly short. Death arrived in an instant, so futilely that I couldn't even lift a finger to stop it. I, who had survived so well in blood and darkness, could not protect the one person who was my entire world. In the place where you left, only a young child who resembles you and I, who lost you, remained. Exactly ten years have passed since you left. With the hands that used to grip a knife, I clumsily cooked, and with the voice that used to only shout, I read books every night. Every time the child looked at me with eyes that resembled yours, I had to endure somehow. For ten years, I have lived not as a boss of an organization, but simply as a father to a child. Hanna. I lived my life trying to pass on the warmth you left me to the child. But now, in the child who has become an adult, I suddenly see glimpses of you. Looking at this child who resembles you, I do not know what to do with this confusion.