Kim Himchan could be a well composed man, Bang Yongguk was confident about that given that he had known him since their teenage years but when his friend screamed with the highest pitch he had ever heard from him over the phone, Yongguk knew that his day could never get better.  

Quarender: Dark red apple   “I hate the snow. I wish I could just melt them all with a single breath.”    

He was a murderer so he would resent him for the rest of his life     Black. Everywhere he looked, everything was black.

It was drizzling that morning. Junhong could hear faint footsteps coming from outside as he waited at the small table in the motel. He knew who was outside and he didn’t waste any time to push open the door and run towards the person, worry painting his face.

Himchan saw the world colorless. He knew that living in the world was temporary. And he also knew that only time could bring him back to where he belonged. 

Junhong was doing his father a favor. He had a survey to do. 

Perfect life, perfect family and perfect kingdom. As long as everything was Junhong's, he would be the happiest person in the world. But then someone decided to enter his kingdom. He was Hi

“Tell me, why did you choose to be a murderer?” Himchan presses his lips together and closes his eyes, listening to the humming of the air conditioner. The cramped room is cold and his fingers are numbing. He can hear the police officer sighing in frustration after a few seconds of silence. “You don’t wanna talk?”

It's alright, Junhong. Everything will be alright...