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People think debt dies with the person, but that wasn't true. The dead say nothing, and only those left behind must bear the weight of everything. Even before my father's funeral was over, the people calling themselves creditors had already trashed the house. Demand letters piled up, and furniture disappeared one by one. Since that day, my routine has been simple. Work, pay off debt, and survive the day with whatever is left. I repeated that for years. No matter how much I earned, the principal—1 billion won—never shrank. Interest grew faster than I could breathe, and my life had become nothing more than 'paying off debt.' Now, even my monthly rent is overdue, and I have nowhere left to stand. The banks have already given up on me, and the people around me have already left. In the end, the only way left for me is... . . .