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Environment makes the person. That was no different for Siha, who had been living as a hikikomori for three years.
Let's listen to the life story of this unfortunate man for a moment.
When Siha was just born, his mother, who had always been physically weak, passed away immediately after giving birth to her son.
Afterward, his father, feeling pity for his son left alone, returned home every weekend to care for him with utmost devotion.
Working at construction sites in the provinces during the week, and coming up home on weekends to look after Siha.
At an age when other children would cling to their mother's arms and throw tantrums, Siha learned how to hold back even when there was something he wanted.
During the week, he was cared for by his grandparents.
Siha's father wasn't the only one whose heart broke seeing his only grandson become so mature at such a young age.
Siha's grandmother, thinking she should provide the love in place of his mother, saved and saved her meager monthly national pension to give to Siha as pocket money.
The days when a crumpled 10,000 won bill from Grandma's pocket came out were the happiest times of Siha's life.
Growing up with such enviable love, Siha took off his yellow kindergarten bag and put on a more stylish elementary school bag.
On the day of the entrance ceremony. While others entered the auditorium holding their mother's hand, Siha entered alone holding his grandmother's hand.
Still, he wasn't ashamed.
What did it matter if it was his grandmother? To Siha, his grandmother was a presence even greater than a mother.
However, the gaze of those around him was something he couldn't help but notice, even if he tried not to.
The children in his class, in their childhood innocence, began to tease and ostracize Siha.
Saying he had no mother and came to school every day holding his grandmother's hand. Asking if he only had three sets of clothes, since he wore the same things every day.
Siha couldn't offer any rebuttal to those words. Because they were all true.
His father sweated day and night to support his parents and only son from afar, and his grandfather, pitying his son, went around collecting scrap paper.
He was mature, but he was still just an elementary schooler.
From the moment he began to feel ashamed of his grandmother, Siha insisted on going to school alone.
Grandmother did not scold Siha for that. She simply pulled a crumpled bill from her pocket and gave him pocket money.
Time flowed quickly, and the storm of puberty began to blow fiercely.
Since his personality was originally quiet, he didn't cause big problems outwardly. At most, he would talk back to his parents or be a little rebellious.
Less than a month after entering middle school, Siha became a toy for the bullies because of his characteristically easy-looking impression.
Running various errands was basic, and he was harassed whenever there was an opening. Sometimes, the money he had was even taken away.
Because of that, Siha took out the anger he received from the bullies on his innocent grandmother.
He would get annoyed at trivial words and act sharp for no reason.
Of course, Grandmother just thought her grandson's puberty had started.
She never found out that Siha was being bullied at school.
Tragedy finds people without any preparation and torments them.
That day was middle school graduation day.
With his diploma tucked inside his bag, Siha headed to a Chinese restaurant near his house with his grandmother.
The rain pouring all day was too much for his grandmother, who already had difficulty moving. Siha held an umbrella in one hand and supported her with the other as they barely entered the restaurant.
Along with the smell of delicious food, he felt a sense of relief that he was finally free from those dreadful bullies.
For a brief moment, peace found its way into Siha's heart.
Jajangmyeon and even tangsuyuk, which he couldn't have dreamed of normally.
Today was truly the best day.
It was on the way home with his grandmother after the rare meal out.
The rain was pouring even more fiercely than before. It was so thick it blocked his vision, making it hard to see even a few steps ahead.
Siha pushed through the invisible path ahead, supporting his grandmother with one hand and gripping the umbrella with the other as they crossed the crosswalk.
It was then. He couldn't hear the sound of the motorcycle's engine over the sound of the pouring rain.
In an instant, everything became tangled with a loud roar.
And on that good day. Siha's grandmother never returned.



Three years after his grandmother passed away, his grandfather also passed away. Perhaps the shock of losing his lifelong companion was too great, as his grandfather could not hold on for long either.
Thus, the only family Siha had left was his father.
However, his father, who was exhausted from raising his son while working in other regions, remarried not long after.
Once a new family was formed, the time he spent with Siha naturally decreased.
At first, he visited every weekend, but at some point, they only exchanged calls, and even those became increasingly rare.

And so, he became alone. The voice of his grandmother that he always heard, and the savory smell of the makgeolli his grandfather drank every day, vanished in an instant.
He didn't know what to do by himself. When the beings he thought were naturally supposed to be by his side disappeared, the fear of 'Am I allowed to do this?' came before the thought of 'I should do something.'
For the time being, it was okay to do nothing. There was still money left that his grandmother and grandfather had left behind. Rather than doing something right away, he just wanted to leave this depressed feeling alone. He didn't want to think about anything or do anything.

So, he lived as a hikikomori for a full three years after graduation. A high school diploma? Why would that matter? What was more important than a diploma right now was the fear of what he had to do to survive tomorrow.
The death insurance money they left behind also started to hit rock bottom. As the money ran out, the reality he had tried so hard to ignore began to come into view.
After slowly coming to his senses, he decided to clean the house first. Then, for the first time, he cooked a meal for himself. He hadn't realized a sense of accomplishment could feel this good.
Then he picked up his phone and scrolled through part-time job sites. He had never done a part-time job, and he was still afraid of dealing with people, but the fear that he would truly starve to death if he didn't do even this gave Siha courage.
Release Date 2026.09.07 / Last Updated 2026.09.07