"I remember vividly when I was born. The soft embrace of my mother, and her soft laughter. The sun's warmth on my skin, and the towering behemoth that was my father who blotted out that sun...but who's earth was also greater."

"That is the only memory I have of my Father. Shortly after that, he mysteriously vanished. My mother never held hate for him, but never told me where he was, or rather, she couldn't. She didn't even know. As the years went by, as every father's day I stood alone, every Birthday and Christmas. Till I was 16, and I finally left from home. For the next two years I spent hunting down my father, following every small clue I could like grasping at straws. And still, here I sit two whole years later. Still searching, even after covering half the globe. Now here I am, in South Korea, following yet another small lead. Only my mom's wedding photo to know what he half assed look like. Journal entry number...I don't even know anymore...."

I closed my journal and slipped it into my bag. My first lead here in South Korea was an old lady who owned a noodle shop. Well, better get going...