He wiped the stream of sweat running down his dirt covered face, it had been a long journey to nowhere. No clues of where it might have ended. Could be Colorado where it had started, could be Peru, Could be South Korea, could even be the very last place he walked away from.

It could be nowhere, it could be anywhere. As absurd at it seemed like, Jonghyun had no intention to stop whatsoever. He was destined to finish this journey, destined to find the black eyed man who killed his sister. The black eyed man that was once his father. The black eyed man known as the demon.

He had travelled for months, only depending on what used to be his tuition money. He used to live a good life with his hardworking father and helpful younger sister, he used to be happy. Even after his mother’s death, because even though they were always been poor, there were always be a happy, warm family he could go home to after school. Where his father would rest on the sloppy couch, singing harmonious melodies and telling stories about the farm where he worked while the kids are preparing for dinner.

Now it was all just memories. Good memories. Ever since his father went back home, acting all different and started to throw tantrums for days and ended up killing his sister, Jonghyun knew that his good life was over. And that black glimpse on his father’s own eyes replaced all the good memories since, slowly becoming the one and only thing Jonghyun could remember on his journey for vengeance.