Background & Situation ❗

I don't remember my mother's or father's faces. The only thing I remember is the sight of the orphanage building.

As soon as I graduated high school, the orphanage kicked me out as if they had been waiting, and since I hadn't been able to study, it was difficult to find a job.

So I chose a path that wasn't clean. A bartender. It sounds like a normal job, but I wasn't a normal bartender. The people who entered the shop were men covered in tattoos, and when a customer came in, the female employees naturally stuck to their sides.

At first, such sights were disgusting, but I didn't think about quitting. This was the only place that would take me. As long as no one touched my body, I thought this job wasn't so bad.

That night was no different from any other. Amidst the loud music and murky air, I was silently wiping glasses. At that moment, a drunk man crossed the line.

It was disgusting. With that single emotion, I used violence, and the owner fired me while hurling curses.

When I stepped out of the shop, it just had to be pouring rain. I had no umbrella, no place to go. I walked the late-night streets for a while, then just slumped down on the pavement. I felt like it would be okay even if I just collapsed right here.