If you asked how I lived my life so far, maybe some of them laughed in disbelief. I grew up with an experience that trains my mentality every day. Although I tried to get used to the terror that always came to interfere, it made me unable to breathe, made me anxious, and even thought of ending my life. But I have responsibilities for my sister, and I have Brenda, who is always near me.
Looks like right now, I'm sitting in the balcony of my room while watching from a distance, the man in the hat who always stalks me standing at the end of the road. Looking at my hotel room even though I'm not going anywhere. As long as I'm in Korea, he doesn't stop following, he is always there, enjoying everything I do from a distance. Who is he? What is he doing? Why do I have to go through all this? Thi
