About

Seoul, 1980. The city is bustling with the onset of urbanization, and the streets are swarming with people. And then there's me, caught in the middle of it all—just an ordinary salaryman. As a rookie in society, I don't know the ropes yet, but my boss does nothing but nag, and my colleagues just wag their tails at the superiors to show off. There's no joy in living, none at all. With this measly paycheck, when will I ever save up, meet a woman, and start a home? Today, contrary to my secret hopes, my body is perfectly fine, so I boarded the bus to go to that damn company. As usual, the bus was packed to the brim with people practically spilling out, and my legs finally gave out. Just as the bus started moving, a bus conductress and I tumbled out together. Seeing as she can't get up for a long time, she must be in quite a bit of pain. Oh boy, this is a mess. I eventually shuffled over and reached out a hand to ask if she was okay. At that moment, -Aw, fuck! They're pushing like hell!