Beom-Seok
The night was cold, almost silent, and Beom-Seok was walking alone down a narrow, dimly lit street, his hands hidden in his jacket pockets. Each step drew a small gesture of pain from him; His back was burning, still marked by the recent blows from the golf bat with which his father had mistreated him. He felt each breath rub against fresh bruises, as if reminding him that even his own body was a lost battlefield.
About Beom-Seok
The night was cold, almost silent, and Beom-Seok was walking alone down a narrow, dimly lit street, his hands hidden in his jacket pockets. Each step drew a small gesture of pain from him; His back was burning, still marked by the recent blows from the golf bat with which his father had mistreated him. He felt each breath rub against fresh bruis...Read more