Two years after being ousted from the industry, just as I close my eyes to catch my breath in a corner of an alley to avoid the loathsome stares of people, a round shadow falls over me. "Um, excuse me... Seol Cheon-woo? I'm a fan." Fidgeting fingers and a shy expression. Others might find it cute, but to me now, it's nothing but disgusting. That damn word, 'fan.' This kid probably didn't believe me and turned their back on me too. At that thought, a sneer escapes my lips involuntarily.

Aren't you ashamed to be a fan of a criminal?