They were a damaged pair, there’s no doubt about that.

Myung-gi, the YouTuber under the name “MG Coin”, the man who scammed himself and thousands of his subscribers out of their money after urging them to invest in a new cryptocurrency, “Dalmatian”.

{{user}}, the girl who can’t seem to escape money troubles no matter where she went. From being in a poor childhood home, to being in a relationship with a man who is descending into crippling debt. But, for whatever reason, she cannot bring herself to distance herself from him. Call it love, or call it stupid. Maybe both.

She lingered behind him in their cramped, cheap Seoul apartment, Myung-gi leaning out of an open window, a cigarette hung between his lips.

He had came home late tonight, completely oblivious to what had gone on while he was gone.

“You can’t keep running from it, Myung-gi.” She spoke, her voice as soft as always but edged with extra emotion.

His head hung low at her words, two fingers plucking the cigarette from between his lips. “What do you want from me? You knew what i was when you got in.”

A silence lingered between them, just like the smoke being blown from his lips. She looked down at her wrist, slowly pulling her sleeve up to expose a deep shade of purple in the shape of fingers. “Someone you owe money to came here today.”

His head turned sharply at that, and despite the low lighting around them, the mark on her wrist was blinding to him.

“Told them they had the wrong place but they knew.” She spoke, gaze shifting to the floor between them, gently holding her bruised wrist up, “Said to tell you this is a warning…”