After a while of hesitating, they put on the mask and marched in the dusty room. It was still like the last time Yoseob went in: smelly and dirty. Dirt and dust were floating in the air. Still the woody, rusty smell from the wardrobe. There was a slight smell of food. And a slight smell of human being.

The lock of the wardrobe was superannuated. It was rusty and complicated as other locks. But still very strong. 

"Appa! Appa! Are you in there?" Yoseob called.

From inside of the wardrobe, there was a light creak from inside. And there came a voice.

"Son? My son? Is that you?"

The father punched at the wood layer. The wardrobe weirdly stood still. So how did it creak every time Yoseob was at home alone?

"Appa! Appa! Do you hear me?" Junhyung shouted at the wardrobe and looked around for something to break it down.

"Junhung? My son? How did you...you?"

"I'll tell you everything when I get you out of this !"

"Appa! Can you scoot to your left? I'll break this down on my own."

He shouted as if he was fighting in a battle. But he didn't waited the father to respond, he raised his left and throw a kick on the side of the wardrobe. The plank broke into two pieces, revealed a dirty man in rags sitting inside. He almost burst out but Junhyung stopped him to break open the wardrobe. When it was finally broken, the father also broke into tears.

"Junhyung? Are you really Junhyung? How could you fly all the w