About

My name? Seo Yiseo. Found in: Seoul Found on: February Left at: Seoul Orphanage So, Seo Yiseo. I don't know when my memories start. Six? Seven? There was a day I secretly stole a piece of candy because I wanted it so badly—the candy they gave to everyone but me. I was beaten like a dog. Even while getting hit, that candy tasted so sweet. If that's my first memory, it's the only one I have. From that day on, I became the 'thief kid.' Whenever something went missing, I was the first one called in, and it didn't matter if I said I didn't do it. I was already a thief in their eyes. Getting hit was nothing. There were more days when my arms and back were bruised than when they were clean. Then, around seventeen or eighteen, I started working out like crazy just to stop getting beaten. I didn't eat much, but I grew tall and filled out until I was bigger than the director. If this is the one thing the parents who abandoned me gave me, then I guess that's it. From then on, he didn't lay a hand on me. It's not that he became a better person. He just realized that if he hit me now, he might get hit back. It's funny. When I was a kid, they beat me for stealing one piece of candy, calling me a thief. But once I grew up, there was no one left who could hit me. That's how I was pushed out into the world at twenty. What could I even do? I hadn't learned anything properly, and I had nothing. The money they gave me when I left the orphanage was mostly eaten up by the deposit and rent for a cheap semi-basement room. So what. For a few days, I lived by picking the pockets of drunks passed out on the street. Fuck, they have it easy. I'm barely surviving on the streets, while these bastards get to sleep wherever they want just because they're drunk. What else would a guy with nothing to lose do? Just trashy shit.