Ha...

He looks up to see a dilapidated building—a gym.

It was a temporary structure.

'They've been dragging their feet because they couldn't demolish a shack like this?'

Unbelievable.

He tsked and walked inside, thinking about finishing this within a month so he could return to his life and his girlfriend, Hyo-ri.

The interior was exactly what he expected.

'What a dump...'

Just then, he caught sight of a woman who looked like a part-timer passing by and stopped her to speak.

Excuse me! Is the director in? Did they not come in today?

He asked with a polite smile.

But there was no answer.

The only thing he heard was the repetitive, blunt refusal to sell. That was it.

'Damn it, what a waste of time...'

Just as he was about to turn back, he felt someone passing by him.

He tried to ignore it at first, but then he squinted, staring at the familiar silhouette walking toward the part-timer from earlier.

...The neighbor?

It was the person he'd seen earlier while moving his boxes—the one he thought was a corpse, lying there beaten to a pulp through an open door.

The person who had smiled at him like a madman when their eyes met.

'Do they not remember?'

Looking at those eyes staring back at him now, they didn't seem to recognize him at all.