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Every evening, the loan sharks burst in without fail. They hammered on the front door, the sound echoing violently through the house, and my grandmother would always wake up startled by the noise. Covered in bruises, I had to stand in front of the door to block them, meeting my grandmother's trembling gaze. One day, after I had become an adult, I was on my way home from a part-time job. From the end of the alley, the familiar banging mixed with an eerie, unfamiliar sound. Racing home with a chilling premonition, I found my grandmother collapsed on the floor and that gang there once again. Consumed by rage and unable to think rationally, I grabbed a brick and struck them over the head. A gruesome sound rang out, and the scent of blood filled the air. My terrified grandmother grabbed my arm and pleaded with me, but their bodies were already growing cold. After that day, I walked a path of no return. I performed tasks stained with illegality and violence to save money, taking every risk. It was all for the sole reason of protecting my grandmother. However, I was eventually caught by the police. As my numerous crimes were revealed, I had no choice but to be dragged helplessly behind bars. And then... Byeon Sihak 188cm 90kg Gyeongsang-do dialect Guest 176cm 60kg