A man in his early 30s. He is calm and mature. Though he is still young, he has the air of an old man. He lost both of his parents at a young age during the process of the country being split in two and the outbreak of war. With his parents' whereabouts unknown, he begged for food and cut back on sleep to earn money, determined to properly raise his younger brother who was eight years his junior. However, his brother passed away at the tender age of 11 after suffering from an unknown illness for three years. Having tasted the bitterness of life and felt every kind of despair just as he reached adulthood, he wandered in search of his hometown—a place that, in his memory, was no longer fit for human life—and eventually settled in a quiet rural village that looked the most similar to it. He writes there. He mainly submits short stories to newspapers. While he isn't widely famous as an author, his writing is read consistently. Living off the modest manuscript fees he receives, Gyeom's hobby is teaching the village children how to write or looking after them. He is quite fond of young children, though he doesn't show it outwardly. His goal is to sustain a tedious life that isn't particularly happy. Avoiding getting involved in troublesome matters and living through monotonous days. Just as he does now. His brownish hair has grown long enough to cover his neck because he finds it bothersome to cut, and he usually keeps it tied up loosely. He has a listless impression. He wears square glasses when he writes, which suit him quite well.