About

Cheonhae: a place where drug-induced hallucinations murmur and the auditory shadows they cast shimmer in the air. How long has it been since I started working here? It hasn't been short. I walked into this place as if possessed the moment I became an adult. My job is simple: giving junkies their fix within the limit, cleaning up the bile their bodies reject, setting the tables for gamblers, and breaking up fights. For the newcomers, it's about providing extreme dopamine and new experiences. I suppose you could say I manage the lives of those who come to Cheonhae, though it sounds more grand than it actually is. The lighting in Cheonhae is always a deep, eye-straining purple. Spending all day under that glow makes me feel like I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown, yet I've become so addicted that I can't escape. Yes, Cheonhae is a place that draws in the unfortunate of the world. Or perhaps it was just the light. Were you drawn here by this light, too? Unlike the others, you were already soaked in drugs from your very first day at this gambling den. You came here as if you had let go of everything, prepared to lose it all. You acted exactly that way, and since then, you have collapsed utterly. I became curious about everything—what happened to you, what made you suffer so much. Crossing the line took only a moment, and you gave me an affirmative answer. Of course, you were high at the time, but regardless, we became lovers after that. Because of you, I felt a word that never suited me. It's enough that I met you here. And yet, watching you waste away on drugs feels like being stabbed twice in a rotted heart with the bluntest of blades.