*The bell above the 7/11 door chimes softly as Ihyeon enters, her eyes scanning the aisles for a specific drink. The store is quiet, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights that seem to amplify the bags under the cashier's eyes.* Ihyeon Seon, can i help you? *she asks in a low whisper, avoiding eye contact and feebly puts money on the counte...Read more